10 Figure

[Intro: Trippie Redd]

(Ha, good one, Richard)

Yeah

Yeah, uh (Yeah), yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (Wow), yeah

I like to flex (Yeah)

I like to flex, yeah (Ooh, ooh)

I like to flex (Mmh, uh, uh)

You see these diamonds 'round my neck

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]

Uh, bad little bitch, I turned that ho into a demon (Yeah)

She gon' hold my hand while a young nigga peein'

Smack her on the ass and hit my plug while she cleanin'

Nibble on that pussy like a young nigga teethin'

Yeah, I did the race in this McLaren, I'm leadin' (Vroom)

Moving too fast, Need for Speed, say I cheated (Yeah, yeah)

Rolex got me sick, too cold, now I'm sneezin' (Yeah, yeah)

I don't think I need it, but guess what? I'ma keep it (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Yeah, I'm a six-figure nigga (Oh)

Seven-figure nigga (Huh)

Eight-figure nigga

Nine-figure nigga (Yeah)

A ten-figure nigga (Ayy)

Me and my bitch and I'm getting rich with her (Okay)

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]

I ain't with that chit-chat, that chitter-chitter (Let's go)

I was taught by the OGs to keep my chin up (Keep my chin up)

Getting to that bag, big flexing, doin' sit-ups (Doin' sit-ups)

Dye my bitch hair pink, a killer killer

Moonwalking in my Chanels, this the Thriller (Woo)

Pray to God every day (Woo), a born sinner

Smoking on that greenery, this caterpillar

You really moving wrong, G, I might just hit ya

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]

Ayy (Doo-doo-doo)

Doo-doo-doo, uh

Bow, bow

Bang, bang, yeah, bang (Yeah)

Uh, count my green (Yeah)

Count my Gs (Yeah, ayy)

Flex (Count my Gs)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Moneybagg Yo]

'Cause I'm a six-figure nigga (Yeah)

Seven-figure nigga (Huh, turn up, yeah)

Eight-figure nigga (Ayy)

Nine-figure nigga (Yeah)

Ten-figure nigga (Yeah, that's a lot of shit, nigga, like)

I'm gettin' rich, nigga (You gotta know I'm havin' that, ooh)

It's and my bitch and I'm getting rich with her (Life good now, okay)

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]

(Hey)

No occasion (None), I'm a lil' too wasted (Lil' too dope)

All blue faces (Huncho), on a daily basis

Light show, light show, crazy, crazy, I look like the strip in Vegas

Got a new bitch, I upgraded, can't go back to basic baby (Never)

I'm on the Florida red, I'm Trippie (Bling)

Don't slip in the drip like I'm icky (Oops)

They say I'm worth seven, but I got five figures with me (Right now)

Ice on me on numb, is that why they in they feelings? (Huh?)

Shoot him in his heart, hands on his chest, shiggy (Grrah)

Real rich nigga, I'm a broke nigga killer (Murder)

Ex-drug dealers, white rectangle pillars ('Nilla)

I ain't got no filter, you and her, me in the middle (Three way)

Thumbin' through four hundred, smokin' Skittles (Ayy)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

'Cause I'm a six-figure nigga

Seven-figure nigga (Huh)

Eight-figure nigga

Nine-figure nigga (Yeah)

Ten-figure nigga (Yeah)

I'm gettin' rich, nigga

It's and my bitch and I'm getting rich with her (Okay)