[Intro: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
KD
(D.A. got that dope)
Hey
Y'all know what the fuck we talkin', right?
Yeah
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Made like two-fifty today (Today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (Huh?)
I don't drive the Maybach, you in borrowed (Skrrt)
Ha (What?), bitch (Bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster, yeah
Rich, why he move like a mobster? Yeah (Huh?)
Mixing my opps with the Grabba (Yeah)
Bitch (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
He thought he was me, he imposter (What?)
Shoot a movie like, "Get me a Oscar" (Movie)
Louis V everyday like a costume (LV)
I was out on that block with the shotters
She want some money, but that's not my problem (That's not my problem)
I got a baddiе, pull up in the Prada shit (Baddie)
Hop on the dick and do tricks shе like, "Tada" (Hey)
Play with that money, he shot for that guala (Boom)
H-two-oh, wrist and my neck is on Aqua (Ice)
You know Hood Fav', I'm connected like Wi-Fi (Hood Fav', yeah)
Bro tryna turn his white tee into tie-dye (Grrah)
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Yeah, they tryna slide, no cha-cha (Cha-Cha slide)
The plug, I'm connected, no Wi-Fi (Woo)
Hop on a jet, pour a six, it's a red-eye (Woo)
Yeah, Rich Forever get the chicken like Popeyes
You ain't made a whole six-hundred in a day (Yeah)
You ain't had a R&B bitch and made her bae (For real)
Bitch got mad, put a hundred in her face (Lil' bitch)
Fuck Twelve, blow smoke in they face, I'ma beat the case (Ha)
Pussy (Pussy)
Ballin' on niggas, I am not a rookie (Ballin')
Three-fifty for a Thailand show, yeah, book me (Woo, woo, woo)
Amsterdam, did a show in a hoodie (Woo, woo, woo)
Half a million waiting in Dubai, pussy (Half a)
I ain't want the bitch, but I'ma keep the foot'-ee (Pussy)
A-1 'cause she got gushy (Yeah)
Maybach, riding with the fully (Rich)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch]
Made like two-fifty today (Today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (Huh?)
I don't drive the Maybach, you in borrowed (Skrrt)
Ha (What?), bitch (Bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster, yeah
Rich, why he move like a mobster? Yeah (Huh?)
Mixing my opps with the Grabba (Yeah)
Bitch (Bitch)
[Verse 3: Jay Critch]
She from the hood, but she look like a model (Baddie)
Whole lot of drink, it came straight out the bottle (Lean)
When you get money, they all gonna follow (All gonna follow)
I blocked the bitch, she keep telling me follow her (Why?)
I chased a bag and then I went and got me one (I went and got it)
Straight off the block to the crib out in Hollywood
And I still go to my hood, can't be Hollywood (Can't be fake)
I do not know who be tellin', you probably would (You)
I thought they never would fold, but they probably would (But they probably would)
I'm in Miami with Z's, leave you snorin' (Z's)
New Z truck, it cost more than his foreign
This money shit, it never get old, it ain't boring (It ain't boring)
It's a drizzle, I get dressed and it's pourin' (Yeah)
And I don't fuck with them boys, they annoying (They annoying)
Diamonds too bright in they eyes, it's annoying (Ice)
Big body bitch, I'ma park it and tow it (Hood Fav')
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Made like two-fifty today (Today)
Another three-fifty tomorrow (Huh?)
I don't drive the Maybach, you in borrowed (Skrrt)
Ha (What?), bitch (Bitch)
All of my pasta got lobster, yeah
Rich, why he move like a mobster? Yeah (Huh?)
Mixing my opps with the Grabba (Yeah)
Bitch