text: Went straight to the top like a fitted 
  Still got some act in the fridge 
  Pour up lets count up these riches 
  Still flying bags through the city
  I told you that foreign wasnt rented
  I cant fuck on no boring bitches 
  Young Gunna was born to get it
  I gotta keep going in
  Walk in that flame make it storm again
  When I see this bitch she pick up a ten
  I fucked on her now I wanna fuck her friend
  Im popping that shit from above the rim
  My drip with my crew and we love to spend 
  Saint Laurent, Dior, Chanel again
  Scrap on that left with a FN
  Oh yeah, these Maison Margiela vanilla
  G5 we dont fly propeller 
  My coupe filled with paraphernalia 
  My lil brother keep a Beretta
  Seem like they got a vendetta 
  Pull up with with them sticks in the shuttle
  Put my momma in that new Gucci sweater
  They hate to see Im doing better
  Went straight to the top like a fitted 
  Still got some act in the fridge 
  Pour up lets count up these riches 
  Still flying bags through the city
  I told you that foreign wasnt rented
  I cant fuck on no boring bitches 
  Young Gunna was born to get it
  Tell my lil bro dont panic
  Everyday we gon ride with that static
  Them big blue faces I gotta have it
  I got carrots but I dont see no rabbit
  I fucked that lil pussy and vanished
  She say that Young Gunna a savage
  Still had racks when I walked outta Magic
  Hit that nat then I pulled in the palace
  Yea the South turned the kid to a legend 
  And I cant forget it 
  Rags to riches
  Put that shit on in Givenchy
  I shot it the last minute 
  What you thought a nigga wasnt with it?
  I parallel park hop out dripping
  Got drank in my cup I keep sipping
  And my fire gon come with extension
  Went straight to the top like a fitted 
  Still got some act in the fridge 
  Pour up lets count up these riches 
  Still flying bags through the city
  I told you that foreign wasnt rented
  I cant fuck on no boring bitches 
  Young Gunna was born to get it