text: You know, young rich niggas
  You know somethin, we aint really never had no old money
  We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
  Hey
  Raindrop , drop-top 
  Smokin on cookie in the hotbox 
  Fuckin on your bitch, she a thot, thot 
  Cookin up dope in the crockpot 
  We came from nothin to somethin, nigga 
  I dont trust nobody, grip the trigger 
  Call up the gang and they come and get ya 
  Cry me a river, give you a tissue 
  My bitch is bad and bougie 
  Cookin up dope with a Uzi 
  My niggas is savage, ruthless 
  We got 30s and hundred-rounds too 
  My bitch is bad and bougie 
  Cookin up dope with a Uzi 
  My niggas is savage, ruthless 
  We got 30s and hundred-rounds too 
  Offset, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
  Rackaids on rackaids , got back-ends on back-ends
  Im ridin around in a coupe 
  I take your bih right from you 
  Bitch, Im a dog, roof 
  Beat the ho walls loose 
  Hop in the frog, whoo 
  I tell that bih to come comfort me 
  I swear these niggas is under me 
  They hate and the devil keep jumpin me 
  Bankrolls on me keep me company 
  Ayy, we do the most 
  Yeah, pull up in Ghosts 
  Yeah, my diamonds a choker 
  Holdin the fire with no holster 
  Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler 
  This a Rollie, not a Muller 
  Dabbin on em like the usual 
  Magic with the brick, do voodoo 
  Courtside with a bad bitch 
  Then I send the bitch through Uber 
  Im young and rich and plus Im bougie 
  Im not stupid so I keep the Uzi 
  Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends
  So my money makin my back ache 
  You niggas got a low Act rate 
  We from the Nawf, yeah, Dat Way 
  Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray 
  Two bitches, just national smash day 
  Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race 
  I let them birds take a bath, bae 
  Raindrop , drop-top 
  Smokin on cookie in the hotbox 
  Fuckin on your bitch, she a thot, thot 
  Cookin up dope in the crockpot 
  We came from nothin to somethin, nigga 
  I dont trust nobody, grip the trigger 
  Call up the gang and they come and get ya 
  Cry me a river, give you a tissue 
  My bitch is bad and bougie 
  Cookin up dope with a Uzi 
  My niggas is savage, ruthless 
  We got 30s and hundred-rounds too 
  My bitch is bad and bougie 
  Cookin up dope with a Uzi 
  My niggas is savage, ruthless 
  We got 30s and hundred-rounds too 
  Pour a four, Im droppin muddy, outer space, Kid Cudi 
  Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin 
  Broke a brick down, Nutty Buddy, now that nigga duckin 
  Dont move too fast, I might shoot ya 
  Draco bad and bougie 
  Im always hangin with shooters 
  Might be posted somewhere secluded 
  Still be playin with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille 
  Run with that sack, call me Boobie 
  When Im on stage, show me boobies 
  Ice on my neck, Im the coolest 
  Hop out the suicide with the Uzi 
  I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
  I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck 
  Im cookin, Im cookin, Im whippin
  Im whippin until it rock up, let it lock up 
  I gave her ten racks
  I told her go shoppin and spend it all at the pop up 
  These bitches, they fuck and suck dick
  And they bustin for Instagram, get your clout up
  Uh, yeah, that way 
  Float on the track like a Segway 
  Yeah, that way 
  I used to trap by the Subway 
  Yeah, that way 
  Young nigga trap with the AK 
  Yeah, that way 
  Big dyke ho, get the door, Macy Gray 
  Raindrop , drop-top 
  Smokin on cookie in the hotbox 
  Fuckin on your bitch, she a thot, thot 
  Cookin up dope in the crockpot 
  We came from nothin to somethin, nigga 
  I dont trust nobody, grip the trigger 
  Call up the gang and they come and get ya 
  Cry me a river, give you a tissue 
  My bitch is bad and bougie 
  Cookin up dope with a Uzi 
  My niggas is savage, ruthless 
  We got 30s and hundred-rounds too 
  My bitch is bad and bougie 
  Cookin up dope with a Uzi 
  My niggas is savage, ruthless 
  We got 30s and hundred-rounds too 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
  My bitch, she bad to the bone 
  Ayy, wait, these niggas watchin
  I swear to God they be my clones 
  Yeah, hey, huh
  Switchin my hoes like my flows 
  Switchin my flows like my clothes 
  Keep on shootin that gun, dont reload 
  Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew 
  Cause the money come all out the roof 
  Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof 
  Wait, what kind of Rari? 458 
  All of these niggas, they hate 
  Try to hide, shoot through the gate 
  Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
  So much money they use rakes 
  Count a hundred thousand in your face 
  Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe 
  Met her today, yeah 
  She talk to me like she knew me, yeah 
  Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah 
  Wakin up right to a two-piece, yeah
  Countin that paper like loose-leaf, yeah
  Gettin that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
  Boy, you so fake, like my collar, you snakin
  I swear to God that be that Gucci 
  And you know we winnin 
  Yeah, we is not losin
  Try to play your song, it aint move me 
  Saw your girl once, now she choosin, yeah 
  Raindrop , drop-top 
  Smokin on cookie in the hotbox 
  Fuckin on your bitch, she a thot, thot 
  Cookin up dope in the crockpot 
  We came from nothin to somethin, nigga 
  I dont trust nobody, grip the trigger 
  Call up the gang and they come and get ya 
  Cry me a river, give you a tissue 
  My bitch is bad and bougie 
  Cookin up dope with a Uzi 
  My niggas is savage, ruthless 
  We got 30s and hundred-rounds too 
  My bitch is bad and bougie 
  Cookin up dope with a Uzi 
  My niggas is savage, ruthless 
  We got 30s and hundred-rounds too