[Hook] x6

Rich I go dat way, bitch I go dat way

[Verse 1]

Which way? Dat way, rich way

Making the fetti, it's been made, fake homies been fake

Bitches be snake-ing like Gucci, I count up the racks and I'm looking like Tunechi

Mixing the Raf with the Louis, you talk it but I really do's it

Boys talking shit up on internet, counting the racks yeah I'm into that

Counting that fetti, that mula, that benji, fuck with me 'cos I got tendencies, making the gwop got me ten of these

My new bitch foreign from Tennessee, does it even if they ain't fucking letting me

Who is this bitch to me? What can you do to me? Broke boy be flexing the jewellery

Tuffboys be posted like soldiers, you get us but you do not know us

The shine on my wrist yeah I glow up, I goes up and never been taken down

My new bitch naked now, all of these homies be snaking now

500 just for the festival, vegan bitches eat me up like a vegetable, get your main bitch to suck up on my testicles

Vegan habits 'cos I want all these carrots, I dress up and leave you embarrassed

I'm bleaching my hair and they staring

Everyone knows that I does it, you do it, you buggin, we posted

With homies from Texas to London, my brother he get me, he got you

You acting that opera, you bluffing, homies will pop up and pop you

Just for the product: that Gucci, that Ricky, that Prada

Got a lot but I want more, one way, which way? Dat way, bitch I go dat way

[Hook] x6

Rich I go dat way, bitch I go dat way

[Verse 2]

He making the fetti that shit sounding weird

He say he is gang but that boy never here

24/7 my gang we be posted, he talkin that shit he get roasted

Like bacon he sizzle, this shit leave him cripple

'Cos we ain't with fuckery, fuck with me

I got crew leave you burnt, buttery

You is so under me, wannabe me

Leave you on the streets, you be walking like the zombies be

Your bitch wan' be busting me

Told momma stay back, 'cos shit could get ugly

Tell me who fucking with me, and tell me which crew be up next

T to the U to the double the F

Walk on the street and you bitches respect, dapping me up 'cos Llehna be the best

Now tell me who really about it, and tell me who really g-got it

And tell me this shit ain't no stopping, and tell me this shit be nostalgic

And tell me who really got problems, 'cos we be popping

Like the firecrackers, 'cos we ain't no actors

And we 'bout that action, and we never slacking

From Japanese sandals, to Japanese flannel

My Japanese bitch that you bitches can't handle

One way, dat way, bitch I go dat way, rich I go dat way

[Hook] x6

Rich I go dat way, bitch I go dat way