(Intro) We gon get to it By any means Lil boy like
(Hook) I be on some fly nigga when I step out Fuck yall talkin bout I be on some rich nigga shit I step out Fuck what yall talkin Fuck what yall bout Fuck what yall talkin what yall talkin bout I be on some fly rich shit steppin out I be on that fly rich nigga steppin out Fuck what talkin bout
(Verse) Quarter for the car, quarter mill on the ah Black double R, back the off ah Drop here, cut yo off, Hard top no Wet pussy turn me on, money keep me King shit, towels, I ain't grindin off Marble floors, you niggas couldn't walk on Jesus on waters so I'mma walk on tartars Private but gets, homey fuck with ballers All this half of mill, first week of I ain't even doin shows, I'm just on the album 40 the fisha, I just paid my Visa You in the club, weaving to neck, you niggas Beavis She give me Butthead, getting brain a genius I got that shit, that 80's chrome Alpinas White Beemer, my son gon inherit flow You gumball drops on the bottom of my souls
(Hook) I be on fly nigga shit when I step out Fuck what talkin bout I be on rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what talkin bout Fuck what talkin bout Fuck what yall bout Fuck yall talkin bout I be on fly rich nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly nigga shit steppin out Fuck what yall bout
(Verse) nigga, we Rich Gang Came up from that rich Picture me rollin down Black double R with yo mane With that top off and drop hit Pull up on em, drop dead talkin that bird shit When birds came they was knocked dead And I was out there with work From the 15 to the My clique they murk We have them clips squeezed like When it come to dollars nigga why bother? These niggas don't no problems I kill all yall dead, put a price on yo head Get yo knocked out it woo I be on fly shit, M O B, that mob shit talkin, deep fire shit 15 for that raw shit ain't yall, that's my bitch You out, I signed in We young niggas, we We shinin diamonds
(Hook) I be on some fly nigga shit when I out Fuck what yall bout I be on rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck yall talkin bout Fuck what yall bout Fuck what yall bout Fuck what talkin bout I be on some fly nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly nigga shit steppin out Fuck what yall bout
(Verse) pop 5 bands like give me 10 mo I'm in the club, got some weed to these bitches hit this shit Yo stupid ass I wanna bout get me in Should've known I was a fool when I moved, when I pulled up in that Told ya I was a gangsta and like a pimp Don't say I Million dollar Got a lot of dough, brand new VIP for like me Which a motherfucker would touch rope Rappers, hustlers, dealers, Thug, goons, bees, Money, cars, jewels, Jet, cribs, condo Say that up, goddamn right And you been since way back when right! I am YMCM We play that Runnin up the like a motherfuckin man They know him Tryna shine when they come around stars us, they do the dance got yo game tight, ain't got yo swag up Same old The last 2 live you think sharp in go to the gym They lovin my clique, we up in this So sorry that yo girl on my dick money in the air like I'm sick of this shit
(Hook) I be on some fly nigga shit when I out Fuck what talkin bout I be on rich nigga shit when I step out what yall talkin bout Fuck yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin Fuck yall talkin bout I be on some fly nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly nigga shit steppin out Fuck yall talkin bout