[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Pop out, pop out, pop out just like a Rich Kid
Drugs all in my cup, got a nigga so dizzy, uh
Pop out, pop out, pop out just like a Rich Kid, woah
Pop out, pop out, pop out just like a Rich Kid, uh
[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
So many hoes, they ratchet, all of my hoes, they ratchet (Pow)
So many hoes, they ratchet, all of my hoes, they classy
I'm done find me a vibe, money on the floor, nigga, I ain’t leavin' Magic
I'm in this ho goin’ crazy, hundred thousand a mattress (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest, uh (Pop out)
Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest (Woah)
Yeah, black boy, white boy swag, but I'm tatted like I'm Spanish
We go SVJ, it's a pool party, text me when you landin'
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, pop out just like the Rich Kidz, play with them numbers like Latto
Sittin' in the Corvette with two vibes, molly on the ho
Uh, uh, uh, I put some molly on 'em hoes
I put some swagger on that ho, Juelz Santana on my phone
Red bandana, I'm old, old-ass hundreds, copped more
Maison Margiela my redbone, SRT for the young boys
Spend a whole mill’ in the borough, put it in the pot for tomorrow
Yeah, we goin’ shoppin' tomorrow, I’m puttin' my bitch in Armani
Pop it off, shake up the lobby (Ah), everything we do is atomic (Say twin)
Pink Polo, color salmon (Woah), swag deadly, I'm so ironic
Rock it out, Tame Impala, hundred M's, fuck goin’ to college
South Atlanta, came with my posse, G6, it's not no Roxy
Big bitch, I built her body, geeked up, they talk about me
Spin through with lil' Mali, stolen car with no mileage
Omertà Gang, they don't know about it, geeked up like a co-pilot
I ain't gotta say nothin', baby, money gon' talk for me, I can stay quiet
[Refrain: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest
Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest
Yeah, black boy, white boy swag, but I'm tatted like I'm Spanish
We go SVJ, it's a pool party, text me when you landin'
Uh, pop out just like the Rich Kidz, play with them numbers like Latto
Uh, pop out just like the Rich Kidz, play with them numbers like Latto
Uh, pop out just like the Rich Kidz, play with them numbers like Latto
Uh, pop out just like the Rich Kidz, play with them numbers like Latto
[Chorus: Skooly]
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it (Pop out just like a Rich Kid)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do (Yeah, Schyeah)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it (Let's, let's, let's)
[Verse 2: Skooly]
Um, back again, I'm back again
On my back again, like I'm back again (He's back)
What my passion is, wasn't no accident (Listen)
Came for my swag, look what fashion did
Showed them I can sing, then went back and did it (Yeah)
I'm just pushin' pain like I ain't got no feelings (Pow)
She'll throw that shit up like vomit in every city (Ah)
Keep it on, won't stop me, still ain't got no children (Woo, Ball out)
Back in the building, uh
How's you feelin'?, I'm high as the ceiling, uh
Cartier on my gauntlets, call up the women
Westside Atlanta, pop out just like a Rich Kidz
[Chorus: Skooly & Playboi Carti]
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it (Pop out just like a Rich Kid)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do (Yeah, Schyeah, What else?)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid hold up, let's do it (What else?)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it (Ay)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do (Pop out just like a Rich Kid)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do (Yeah, Schyeah, Ay)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it (Let's do, Let's do it)
[Verse 3: Lil Baby & Playboi Carti]
Yeah
Name banging, Gang banging
Gun slanging, Chain takers (Ay)
Dope boy lifestyle, Chrome Heart with no label (Ay)
Mama couldn't afford cable, now the big house with no neighbors (Ay)
Real P, I had to put it down, I'm your bitch favorite now (Ay)
Bitches like I'm Flavor Flav, takin' this shit day by day (Ay)
Geeked like Faebo, sellin' bricks like J-Bo and em' (Ay)
Young and got rich off of hits, real Atlanta 90, baby shit (Ay)
I ain't go to high school, I was in the school high (Ay)
I been on some young turn shit, way before Skooly dropped this
House party, we was throwin' dubs, stolen cars to the team clubs (Ay)
Don't gotta lift a finger up
Brodie and them get shit done
We was all night on them corners
Black Nike boots, white ones
Put a Patek on, a Vacheron
Mob business, livin' like a don (Ay)
Bro got knocked, I'm takin' care of something (Ay)
Send another hundred to my mom (Ay)
Go and a trip, have fun
Metro Bloomin in the blunt
Ain't out here hustling for nothin'
Tryna leave a billy to my sons
[Chorus: Skooly & Playboi Carti]
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it (Pop out just like a Rich Kid)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do (Yeah, Schyeah)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it (Pop out just like a Rich Kid)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do (Yeah, Schyeah, YVL the world)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it (What?)
Pop out just like the Rich Kid, hold up, let's do it (Let's do, Let's do it)
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