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feat. Future, Meek Mill, Mystikal, Stevie J & Tyga
[Intro: Stevie J] + (Future)
DJ Stevie J~!! (We gonâ get to it nigga...)
Real niggas~!! (...by any means necessary)
Rich niggas~!! (We were born like this)
Fly shit~!!
[Hook: Future]
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
Fuck what yâall talkinâ about
I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out
Fuck what yâall talkinâ about, fuck what yâall talkinâ about...
Fuck what yâall talkinâ about, fuck what yâall talkinâ about
I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppinâ out
I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppinâ out
Fuck what yâall talkinâ about
[Tyga]
Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm
Black Double-R, back the fuck off
Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft
Wet pussy turn me on when it keep me hard
King shit, Versace tiles, I ainât dryinâ off
Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldnât walk on
Jesus walked on water, so Iâmma walk on charters
Private jets, baguettes, only fuck with ballers
All this, half a mill, first week of August
I ainât even doinâ shows, Iâm just workinâ on the album
Forty for the feesha, I just payed my mamaâs Visa
You in the club breathinâ, that Ten X, you niggas Beavis
She give me +butt, head+ â get brain like a genius
I got that dope shit, the 80s chrome Alpinas
(White Beamer) - my son gonâ inherit this flow
You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole
[Hook]
[Meek Mill]
Young nigga, we Rich Gang, came up from that rich game
Picture me rollinâ down Biscayne, black Double-R with your bitch, mane
With that top off and that drop head, pull up on âem, they drop dead
Niggas talkinâ that bird shit, when them birds came, they was not dead
And I was out there with that work from the 15th to the 1st
My clique mean and they merk, we'll let them clips squeeze like dirt
When it come to them dollars, nigga, why bother? These niggas donât want no problems
âCause Iâll kill all yâall dead, put a price on your head, get your brain, I doubt it (WHOOO~!)
I be on that fly shit â M-O-B that mob shit
Boy, Iâm talkinâ G5 shit, 50 racks for that ride, shit
That ainât yours, thatâs my bitch, you clocked out and I signed in
We young niggas, we grindinâ, we shininâ like diamonds (WHOA~!)
[Hook]
[Mystikal]
Make them pop ten bottles like, give
me
ten
more
Iâm in the club passinâ weed to the bitches, like âhit this shitâ
Your stupid ass outside talkinâ âbout âget me in!â Shouldâve known I was a fool, when I moved
When I pulled up in that Bentley - told yâall I was gangster, still somethinâ like a pimp
Donât say I didnât â million-dollar flow, got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
VIP for niggas like me, wish a motherfucker would touch that rope
(Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers, thugs, goons, beasts, guerillas)
(Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas, jets, cribs, condos, villas)
Say that, then⦠(hold up), goddamn right, bitch Iâve been fly since way back when
Thatâs right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, there
Burninâ up the track like a motherfuckinâ matchstick, you know thatâs him
Tryna shine when you come around stars like us, they do look dim
Ainât got your game tight, ainât got your swag up, shame on them
Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big; nigga, go to the gym
For the love of my clique, we up in this bitch
So sorry that your girlâs suckinâ my dick, throwinâ money in the air like Iâm sick of this shit
[Hook]
[Stevie J - over Hook]
We be on our fly shit~!!
You see us right~?! Fly shit~!
Swag or die... and we high
Haha... Rich Gang
DJ Stevie J~!!
Stunna, salute~! {*echoes*}