text: Yeah
  New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance
  Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land
  They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance
  Now it’s out a Benz, new Cartier lens
  Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents
  These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents
  Yeah, I cannot switch, yeah
  Imma drip with my clique
  Had to stop right quick, yeah
  Lemme pop my shit, take the top off my 6
  Makin’ money like Mitch, all hundreds, I’m Rick
  Playboi bunnies, they lay in my crib
  Bust a nut and we lit, boy don’t play with that clit
  Count it up and we hit one
  Buy a big house in the hills
  Do this shit with no deal
  Imma go and get a mill’
  Young nigga stayin’ trill
  Gotta get it how you live
  New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance
  Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land
  They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance
  Now it’s out a Benz, new Cartier lens
  Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents
  These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents
  Yeah, boy the lean I’m pourin’
  Drippin’ in brand new Rick Owens
  I just flew back in from tourin’
  , can’t come in the mornin’
  Used to be nothin’ and I turned important
  If that, bitch ain’t no Barbie she can’t get in my foreign
  Skrrr, I’m outta here
  Land in New York and we shoppin’ at Barney’s
  Came a long way from that block, it was stormin’
  I gotta keep it in motion
  I gotta grind and I gotta stay focused
  Stay on your ten and somebody gon’ notice you
  I just be gettin’ it in like I’m sposed’ to
  I’m back on my feet like I never left
  Don’t need no bitch, I’m better by myself
  Imma make it, I won’t settle for less
  Came out the hood, I came up off of finesse
  But I be thankin’ the Lord that I’m blessed
  Sendin’ me blessings and I cannot stress
  Ran this shit up and I don’t gotta flex
  Fuck these lil bitches, I’m chasin’ a check
  Don’t wanna fuck, I want face and some neck
  Geeked up, outer space, just like a cadet
  We out in Vegas and we makin’ bets
  Just landed in LA on a private jet
  I’m so hood rich like Keem
  Draco on me with a beam
  Roll up a blunt, bitch imma stunt
  Bought the new .40 with new Saint Laurent 
  New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance
  Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land
  They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance
  Now it’s out a Benz, new Cartier lens
  Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents
  These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents