Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Lead Vocals
Megan Thee Stallion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Megan Pete
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Willie Hutch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juicy J
Producer
Sosa 808
Producer
Jonathan "Beez" Ball
Mixing Engineer
Samir Akhter
Engineer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Play me some pimpin', man)
Baby
Baby, baby, baby
Oh, baby (Baby)
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, it's Dolph
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich **** shit (Skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich **** bitch
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich **** list (Told you)
Black-ass ****, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey)
Black-ass **** with a bad ass bitch (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Ten toes, stayed down (Yeah), real hustlin' (Yeah)
Cut a couple ****' water off, but still love 'em (Fuck 'em)
Young ****, big heart (Big), big nuts (Big)
G-Wagen or the double-R, which truck?
Ball hard for the days when I didn't have it (Ayy)
She bad as a motherfucker, but she still ratchet (Ayy)
Started in South Memphis, ended up in a mansion (Ayy)
Ain't no stylist needed here, crazy with the fashion (Uh-huh)
I'm just poppin' my shit, nah, I ain't braggin' (Yeah, yeah)
Pickin' up bags all in Paris (Yeah, yeah)
Flood my neck out with some carats (Uh)
My young **** the neighborhood terrorists
[Chorus]
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich **** shit (Skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich **** bitch
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich **** list (Told you)
Black-ass ****, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey)
Black-ass **** with a bad ass bitch (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though, yeah)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Please don't wish me well if you used to give me hell
**** spend they last to fake it when it's free to be real, huh
Please don't come and tell me 'bout no story that you heard
This is not Sesame Street, I do not kick it with no birds, ah
Brown skin bitch in a black Lam' swervin' (Black Lam' swervin')
I just blew a bag on all-black Birkin (On an all-black Birkin)
I think that I might be way too real of a bitch (Way too real of a bitch)
Ayy, he told me watch my mouth, I told him, "****, watch your kids," huh
This that rich bitch pussy, if it ain't, then he ain't lookin' (He ain't lookin')
You can't take my **** from me with your cleanin' or your cookin' (Or your cookin', bitch)
Drive my Phantom through the hood on some rich **** shit, ayy (Skrrt)
You can't fuck my **** 'cause he with a rich bitch (Ah)
[Chorus]
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich **** shit (Skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich **** bitch
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich **** list (Told you)
Black-ass ****, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey)
Black-ass **** with a bad ass bitch (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah)
[Bridge]
I went got the bag and now everything lit (The bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (The bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (The bag)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (Woo)
Shit, rocks around my neck, they match the ones that's on my 'fit (Damn)
Seen a girl from high school in traffic, blew her a kiss (What up?)
Too rich for a broke bitch, baby, nah, we don't mix
I got bad bitches comin' by the twos like a Twix
[Chorus]
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich **** shit (Skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she a rich **** bitch
Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich **** list (Told you)
Black-ass ****, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey)
Black-ass **** with a bad ass bitch (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh)
I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though)
I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah)
Written by: Adolph Robert Thornton Jr., Jordan Houston, Megan Pete, Willie Hutch