Yeah, G Herbo Big Swerv' Long live my brother Juice 999, 150 No Limit, 4L forever and ever Let's go (Hit-Boy) I'm a young rich nigga, I done got my funds up Don't matter where you go, when they play my shit, they hands up In the Royce, yeah, yeah, the Rolls, pulling up in the Phantom Yeah, yeah, me or my gang stunt together Where I come from, it get cold, nigga better keep his hammer Two options in that life, dead or in the slammer We deserve a better life, had to get to them bands Yeah, yeah, yeah, gettin' rich together, oh-oh Ayy, ayy Finally I ran them funds up (Ran it up) Been through hell but we prevail, you can't tell what it done to us (Made It) Took some L's and beat the streets, but I still keep a gun tucked (I got that) I V12 my whole fleet, swinging thru this bitch like nunchucks (Brr, Hit-Boy) All black coupes, Swervo run the 'Raq, true (True) You got racks, I got 'em too (Yeah), blew a lot of stacks with Juice (No bap) I got old plaques and new, started rapping and I knew (I knew) I was gon' blow like a flute (I knew), I'm a star know how to shoot (Ballers, baow) Panoramics switch the coupe (Coupe), throwing signs out the roof (Gang) Been spazz inside the booth, any mic I shine through Put they hatin' ass on mute, every time it's time to I stay on my grind (I stay on my grind), never came behind you (Ayy) Rollie AP mine, and the Patek mine too Plus my bitch a dime, you know I ain't lying to you Gotta pay the fine, just for her to find you Quarter ticket worth four diamonds when you see me slide through Swerv' I'm a young rich nigga, I done got my funds up Don't matter where you go, when they play my shit, they hands up In the Royce, yeah, yeah, the Rolls, pulling up in the Phantom Yeah, yeah, me or my gang stunt together Where I come from, it get cold, nigga better keep his hammer Two options in that life, dead or in the slammer We deserve a better life, had to get to them bands Yeah, yeah, yeah, gettin' rich together, oh-oh I've struggled for so long, I got my feet up It's just me, and my money, and my woman, and my keeper How could I forget my Smith & Wesson, heater I wake up, I thank God, turn to the side, then I kiss my bride For worse, and for better, me and her are for forever She, yeah, her, my obsession, my obsession We belong together I'm a young rich nigga, I done got my funds up Don't matter where you go, when they play my shit, they hands up In the Royce, yeah, yeah, the Rolls, pulling up in the Phantom Yeah, yeah, me or my gang stunt together Where I come from, it get cold, nigga better keep his hammer Two options in that life, dead or in the slammer We deserve a better life, had to get to them bands Yeah, yeah, yeah, gettin' rich together, oh-oh