[Intro]

(Dump me to that ditch)

(Running like a bitch yeah)

(Who the fuck is this yeah)

(I be rich yeah)

(Now they need a stitch yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah (Mitch yeah)

Oh, yeah, yeah (wish yeah, blocklist)

MakeBoy on the beat (flex, I can show my wrist)

[Chorus]

If they could they would dump me to that ditch

Flex a bit, you be running like a bitch yeah

I see my hater I'm like who the fuck is this yeah

Ice on my neck no freeze, I be rich yeah

I be doing good, now they need a stitch yeah

They wanna snitch, now they cry like a mitch yeah

Like Santa Claus I don't care bout' your wish yeah

Got that cash, no need to say I'm rich yeah

Like a sniper rifle I got that aim yeah

Got some haters, I don't even know their name yeah

But I do know they all look the same yeah

I walk in a room, got that flame yeah

Now they really want a piece of my fame yeah

They wanna push the blame, now they wanna tame ya

Got em' on a check mate yeah

Yeah, cuz for me life is a game yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah bitch)

MakeBoy on the beat

[Verse]

I got lotta people on my blocklist

I don't need to flex I just show my wrist

Good investment no damn 401k

I got em' bands yeah so make way

She wanna explain yeah, hella essay

Got that cash like Taylor Swift oh yeah

Gotta stay lowkey take the subway

I do what I want and others they obey

Yeah, yeah

I do what I want and others they obey

Yeah, I got lotta people on my blocklist

I don't flex I just show my wrist

[Verse]

I got lotta people on my blocklist

I don't need to flex I just show my wrist

Good investment no damn 401k

I got em' bands yeah so make way

She wanna explain yeah, hella essay

Got that cash like Taylor Swift oh yeah

Gotta stay lowkey take the subway

I do what I want and others they obey

Yeah, yeah

I do what I want and others they obey

Yeah, I got lotta people on my blocklist

I don't flex I just show my wrist

[Chorus]

If they could they would dump me to that ditch

Flex a bit, you be running like a bitch yeah

I see my hater I'm like who the fuck is this yeah

Ice on my neck no freeze, I be rich yeah

I be doing good, now they need a stitch yeah

They wanna snitch, now they cry like a mitch yeah

Like Santa Claus I don't care bout' your wish yeah

Got that cash, no need to say I'm rich yeah

Like a sniper rifle I got that aim yeah

Got some haters, I don't even know their name yeah

But I do know they all look the same yeah

I walk in a room, got that flame yeah

Now they really want a piece of my fame yeah

They wanna push the blame, now they wanna tame ya

Got em' on a check mate yeah (yeah, yeah)

MakeBoy on the beat

(Flex, I can show my wrist)

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dump me to that ditch)

(Running like a bitch yeah)

(Who the fuck is this yeah)

(I be rich yeah)

MakeBoy on the beat (now they need a stitch yeah)

(Mitch yeah)

(Wish yeah)

(Rich yeah)