Got it on smash

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (bag is close)
I don't want your bitch, but fuck it, I had the hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (same clothes)
I dropped a whole quarter, now my neck froze (neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (my team on)
Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones

Niggas is cap for real
Ain't seen a half a mill
My bitch ass thick so real (so real)
I was trappin' to pay the bills (woo)
Money long need to pick-up truck (pick-up truck)
Lotta hundreds you can't pick 'em up
Gotta make sure my niggas rich (rich)
In the Tesla but I had to switch
Niggas fraud, really counterfeit (counterfeit)
Flip her over then she do a split
They was lying but I'm really rich
She be lying, you can't trust the bitch
Want the money, yeah, the check that's it (that's it)
Rubber bands all around my wrist
Broke niggas they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (shit)
I was broke, had to hit that lick (lick)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the Wraith, I just might go snatch the Ghost
I'm all into Forbes I ain't gotta brag no more (ain't gotta brag, ayy)
She give me top at the red light (red light, what?)
She get a bag if the head right
Cuban links nigga iced out
Pinky ring that's a lighthouse

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (bag is close)
I don't want your bitch, but fuck it, I had the hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (same clothes)
I dropped a whole quarter, now my neck froze (neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (my team on)

Nigga the block is hot (hot)
My niggas they trap a lot (trap)
My bitches got her ass out (ass out)
Fuck her, she tap out
My money don't max out (max out)
What is the cap about?
These niggas they cap a lot
I'm dropping the top on spot
She ain't tryna fuck, then she get kicked out
Niggas keep talkin' they gon' get X'd out
Mama said don't have my house trapped out
Got a little foreign, 'bout to blow the back out
Too many shows, packed-out
He keep talkin' he can bring the racks out
New Lamb, now I'm about to back out
Want a Porsche but that shit was sold out
Run a lil' check, there's no more relaxin'
I brought the Rich, you bought the Rollie
Bitch probably lyin', said she don't know me
I wanna ball like better than Kobe
100 racks, blue cheese that's on me
We ain't friends, no you're not my homie
Rich Forever we got tall racks
Broke bitch better fall back (lil' bitch!)

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (bag is close)
I don't want your bitch, but fuck it, I had the hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (same clothes)
I dropped a whole quarter, now my neck froze (neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (my team on)
Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David Ruoff, Dimitri Roger, Elias Klughammer, Samuel Jimenez