[Intro: Yung Rich SwizZle]
Yeah, turn it up, a little bit louder, man, for us
Yeah, yeah, there it is, man
Oh yeah the c**aine, c**aine drug, man
Yeah, man, we smoking weed all day, man
[Hook: Yung Rich]
Made a hundred pounds of gold last night
Me and YRS just took a f**ing flight
Made a hundred pounds of f**ing gold last night
Yeah, yeah, me and YRS, yeah, oh my god, oh
Taking solo shots, I took a solo shot, for sure
Yeah, I f** your b**h, you know what I'm talking bout, oh
Me and YRS just made a hundred pounds of gold
Made a hundred pounds of gold, gold, gold, gold
[Verse 1: Yung Rich SwizZle]
Forgiato rims on my Benz, f**ing on a b**h's beamer hood
f**ing on her hood in the dirty South, Mike Dean shoutout
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
YRS, YB, out on the f**ing town
f**ing a dirty a** b**h in the mouth
Balling all day, dunking on a b**h
p**y n***as all day, dunking on them like Kyrie Irving
Crossover, step-back, fadeaway jumpshot
[Verse 2: Yung Boy]
Got gold coming off my head
Bold motherf**ing making some bread
Got six hundred b**hes waiting in line for me
I just told em no, no, no, no, no, no, no-no-no
No-no-no, no, no-no-no, no, no-no-no, no
No, no-no-no, no, no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no, no
No, no-no-no, no, no-no-no, no, no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah the security guards just told me and YRS
That these b**hes are trying to come and have some s**
And we said we don't f** with a broke b**h
Yeah I pull out my stick and I say "hey b**h, here's my stick"
I'ma pop your a** with it, you know I feel like Casper, b**h
Cause I'm a motherf**ing ghost in this sh**
Pop that sh** like a ghost in this b**h
And I pull out the Phantom and I f** on a b**h
And she wants to get the 360 wrist gang
And I told her "hell no", I pull out this thing
And I pull out this thing and I go bang, bang
Yeah, I never really gave a f**
Pull the strap out the back of the Cadillac like "what?"
Hey, it's a stick-up on a re-up, it's a re-up stick-up
Got a b**h on my back like a bumper sticker, aye
Got a b**h who be f**ing with you, aye
YRS just bought a crib, aye
I just took my Forgiato rims off of YRS's car and I put them on mine
He ain't gave a f** cause he know we could both afford another pair like nothing, aye
Yeah, I just bought some Margiela
Yeah, I just bought some Margiela
[Verse 3: Yung Rich SwizZle]
Feeling too warm, so I had to put some ice on
Ice in my chain and in my iPhone
IPhone 6, gold watch for my b**h
IPhone 6, gold watch for my dick, slap you in the face
Call you a hoe and put it in your mouth
f** her from behind and I'll f** her in her ear
Call that sh** an "earjob" cause that's what it is
It's my job to f** her in the ear hole, watching NBA on TNT
Jump man, jump boy, jump boy, jump b**h
Jump on my dick, b**h, just like a hooker
Got a piece in my iPhone, got a piece in my pants
Pull my Glock out, bang, bang, chain gang, it's the same thing as a bang, bang
Bang, bang, Glock, Glock, [?]
Yeah, yeah, *snorting*
Yeah, yeah, c**aine pills, c**aine drink, lean, lean, lean
[Hook]