[Chorus: Rye Beaumont]

I wanna be like Frank Sinatra

Spend all my money in Nevada

Smell my teen spirit like Nirvana

Smoke up a big one with Obama

Invite Rihanna

She said "Oh na na"

Then I get freaky with Madonna

We wearing Fendi, Gucci, Prada

I think I'm living like a baller

Or maybe it's the marijuana

[Verse 1: Rye Beaumont]

No stranger to photos

Blink once, blink twice, then I go home

Private jet already, your friends, he will have to promo

I roll out of bed wearing Fendi and fancy clothes, so

Why don't you step outside, I'll be on the rise

I'll be barеly sleeping till my name is up in lights

Nothing on my mind, something to decidе

I'm already headin' to risen, I'm gonna vibe

[Chorus: Sonny Robertson]

I wanna be like Frank Sinatra

Spend all my money in Nevada

Smell my teen spirit like Nirvana

Smoke up a big one with Obama

Invite Rihanna

She said "Oh na na"

Then I get freaky with Madonna

We wearing Fendi, Gucci, Prada

I think I'm living like a baller

Or maybe it's the marijuana

[Verse 2: Sonny Robertson]

I be the highest in the room

With Travis rolling me a zoot

I be coming for the throne now

Busy, better throw down

Windsor in the bucket, and the palace is my playground

Watch me selling eighty thousand seaters on a stadium stage

Cruze, boujee, Lambo, at the very next day

But it's all a dream, and I know it means

That I'm a walking cliché

[Chorus: Sonny Robertson and Rye Beaumont]

I wanna be like Frank Sinatra (Like Frank Sinatra)

Spend all my money in Nevada (I got her running now)

Smell my teen spirit like Nirvana (Yeah)

Smoke up a big one with Obama (Whoo)

Invite Rihanna (Ay, ay)

She said "Oh na na" (She said "Oh na na")

Then I get freaky with Madonna (Madonna)

We wearing Fendi, Gucci, Prada (I got the bucket)

I think I'm living like a baller

Or maybe it's the marijuana

[Verse 3: Rye Beaumont]

You gotta be careful, a lot of this fake game

Ambition takes you to a strange place, man

City, Heaven, show 11, 27 Club on your mind

Got platinums on your walls, but the haters want more

You listening to the charts, and it's irrelevant noise

Just numbers to the labels, their loyalties unstable

We keeping all our royalties, and turning all the tables

Relationships can make you wanna break it with a cold heart

This shit's a blessing, and I'm blessed as you fall or rise

Aim for the heights, names up in lights

That the penny dropped by

[Chorus: Rye Beaumont]

I wanna be like Frank Sinatra (Hey)

Spend all my money in Nevada (Nevada)

Smell my teen spirit like Nirvana

Smoke up a big one with Obama

Invite Rihanna

She said "Oh na na"

Then I get freaky with Madonna (Whoo)

We wearing Fendi, Gucci, Prada (Yeah)

I think I'm living like a baller

Or maybe it's the marijuana