text: Told you we was gon be rich
  And stack my chips
  So much money dont make no sense
  I dont know what I spent
  Make me wanna cop that Benz
  Ride around the town with no tint
  Cash in the bag we lit
  Smashed and then got in that Vette
  So much money dont make no sense
  I aint got no friends
  Tom Ford all over my lens
  Got racks in my pants
  Ride with a FN
  Got steel like Pakistan
  I flew cross the map again
  Got shows and I got fans
  Gotta count them racks again
  I aint hide my safe in the attic
  Smoke weed, sip lean, eat molly, pop xan bitch
  Please dont panic
  Got a Glock 19 black matte
  Gotta ride with that static
  Lil Duke with a iced out Patek
  YSL getting green like salad
  Gunna got a flow, cant get it
  Fucking on all these bitches
  My diamonds wash all the dishes
  You niggas cant reinvent me
  Pull up in that foreign, foreign, foreign at the Weston
  Fucking on a pedestrian
  I got these bitches desperate
  Told you we was gon be rich
  And stack my chips
  So much money dont make no sense
  I dont know what I spent
  Make me wanna cop that Benz
  Ride around the town with no tint
  Cash in the bag we lit
  Smashed and then got in that Vette
  So much money dont make no sense
  I aint got no friends
  Tom Ford all over my lens
  Got racks in my pants
  Ride with a FN
  Got steel like Pakistan
  I flew cross the map again
  Got shows and I got fans
  Gotta count them racks again
  Told you lil niggas that we gon be rich
  Run that shit up so much, dont make no sense
  Used to ride MARTA now pull up in Benz
  Sipping on lean bout to fuck up my kidneys
  Since a young nigga, been getting it
  Quick to turn 10 to a 20
  All of these bad bitches they on my dick, I got plenty
  Selling out shows and winning
  This foreign on me got tint
  Riding with a bad lil bitch
  Hop on the highway, she suck on my dick
  Diamonds on me and they looking like piss
  Mama I told you that we gon be rich
  Gotta keep it real and cant ever switch
  I had to stack up my chips
  Stuck in the streets, came up off a lick
  I had to stay down, stay in my own lane
  Mama she told me, dont go against the grain
  Knew what I been through, you cant feel my pain
  Keep it so real that shit run through my vein
  Made myself a boss and made me a name
  Work in the trap, make the trap go insane
  And aint a damn thing changed, ah
  Told you we was gon be rich
  And stack my chips
  So much money dont make no sense
  I dont know what I spent
  Make me wanna cop that Benz
  Ride around the town with no tint
  Cash in the bag we lit
  Smashed and then got in that Vette
  So much money dont make no sense
  I aint got no friends
  Tom Ford all over my lens
  Got racks in my pants
  Ride with a FN
  Got steel like Pakistan
  I flew cross the map again
  Got shows and I got fans
  Gotta count them racks again