[Intro]

We rich bums our money came from (come on)

[Chorus]

We rich bums our money came from ***** I can't get us indicted

Rich fiends keep blowing up my phone ‘cause I know where a pint is

Leave that chain inside the crib it don’t hit in the lighting

He thought he was getting off in Gucci, they made that in China

[Verse]

In a different state with MSRs and Glocks I can’t get caught in traffic

They keep asking me how I got rich I said “credit card magic”

I'm boosting credit scores from my computer I know a few hat tricks

Rich nugs filled in my Al Capones I don’t smoke out of dab pens

In other words you’re a peasant to mе (poor)

Won’t catch me smoking out a Ziploc bag don’t even pass that to mе (Never)

I can tell a lie straight to the clerk where’s my acting degree?

I know there’s fentanyl inside these pills but I’m packaging these

6 months ago I used to ride with bows in my passenger seat

I ain’t quit the trap, I just pay people to slap it for me

If you ever see me out in public, there was racks in my jeans

You can’t see the blick, but on my soul it was packed underneath

He hit that backdoor on my mans and got packed underneath

How does it feel to find your closest friend face first in the street?

I’ll take it there, put twenty on your head over lil petty beef

I bet they can tell you how I’m from the ‘burbs but got rich off the streets

Now I’m living the hood nigga dream

Spent twenty-seven thousand on a watch, then a thousand on lean

Pure VVS stones in my ear, I paid thousands for these

My jeans say Mike Amiri on ‘em, It’s a thousand for these

[Chorus]

We rich bums our money came from ***** I can't get us indicted

Rich fiends keep blowing up my phone ‘cause I know where a pint is

Leave that chain inside the crib it don’t hit in the lighting

He thought he was getting off in Gucci, they made that in China