n***a I'll rather be rich then famous R-Rich then famous, rich then famous n***a I'll rather be rich then famous N-n***a I'll rather be rich then famous [Verse 1: Takeoff] Young n***a, young n***a I'll rather be richer Than flexing these cameras and taking these pictures I'm a young n***a, I walk 'round the hood Got boss credentials, they callin' me mister Quick to shoot 3, Derek Fisher No referee I'm official I just might pull out my Fisker, you p**y I see your whiskers Call up the plug no Santa, but he sending trees and gas for Christmas Whippin' the dope, I terminate it, J's they say it's delicious I got a b**h in my kitchen, with a onion booty I call her Delicious And after she water whip it, I make that b**h was the dishes Back to the Fisker, I'm doing 250, I'm praying I don't get a ticket Yes I'm a Migo, but I don't wear Dickies, I'll rather put on True Religion And if you want fame over money my n***a, then you not true to your religion I'll rather be rich, cause it's some n***as that's famous that ain't got sh**. [Hook] [Verse 2: Quavo] I'll rather be rich, I flex with your b**h You can have the fame, you can have the gold chain M's n***a, want them M's n***a Got some n***as in the hood, they got M's n***a Ask P, ask me Northside Migo gang OG Ridin' round, deuces on a damn Audi Before I had a deal, young n***a copped it Them dubs, them fifties, them hundreds, my trap always bunkin' you n***as is funny I'm laughin with money, beatin the block like I'm sonny Taking them trips making them flip 12 hit the block then I dip Callin' up P, for the whips Get in the pot then I WHIP! [Hook]