text: Thugger, Uzi, brrt
  My lil nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe
  My nigga we switch, wont do no same like hell no
  Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
  If you got pepper spray you better back up you aint a foe
  I be the richest, I be the richest
  I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
  I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
  I want to bend that muhfucker over and lets get it
  Okay I might pull out in a Rarri yea 
  I got to get my dough, I stack my money yea
  Looking at my chain white gold, Imma just call some names
  Now my old bitch salty yea, she keep calling me
  Swerve around that bitch, while she walking, aye
  Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray yea
  Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way yeah
  Now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days yea
  Told your bitch suck on the head and I nut in your mothers face
  Yeah, Me and Thugger do so well on Earth
  Cause we from outer space
  Like boy you so bummy dont talk about money
  We got the cake
  Like boy you so bummy dont talk about money
  We got the cake
  My lil nigga poppin at your brain like yea hoe
  My nigga we switch, wont do no same like hell no
  Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
  If you got pepper spray you better back up you aint a foe
  I be the richest, I be the richest
  I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
  I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
  I want to bend that muhfucker over and lets get it
  You told me that bitch was cool, that bitch was loose
  Pull up in my Yeezy Boosts
  Ya I dont follow no rules
  Ya my car it dont got no roof
  Ya hit her so hard she gon sue
  Ya that lil bitch she not new
  Ya Rick Owens all on my shoes
  Ya your bitch stuck to me like glue
  Counting the money, counting the money, now Im the man in my city
  Fuck with some Cs, fuck with big Bs, driving around in a Bentley
  Went to the hood, got a lil bitch, bet you Lil Uzi gon hit her
  Lil Uzi leave that bitch dripping
  She mad at me pull out Remy
  Smoking this gas, popping these Xans
  Ya you know Im a lean sipper
  Aint about money why is you talkin?
  I smack you right with my hand
  Lil Uzi cool like a fan ya
  My new bitch she got a man ya
  All these hoes they my fans ya
  Walking around with all these bands ya
  My lil nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe
  My nigga we switch, wont do no same like hell no
  Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
  If you got pepper spray you better back up you aint a foe
  I be the richest, I be the richest
  I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
  I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
  I want to bend that muhfucker over and lets get it