[Intro]

Red

Oh my God, Ronny

[Verse 1]

Sit on the couch, ho

Pimp shit intro to outro

Rich and I'm shallow, spit like thinkin' I might choke

Drink like Cinco de Mayo

Tints on the ride home, bitch, I've been tryna hide

Pop shit like Prince or a Michael

All white whip, it's albino

By no means I'ma quit, I'ma die on top

Pop-pop to the enemy

Shot with a cop-cop tendency

Hot like I got-got felony

Gotta to be a dog, top, top, top pedigree

Give me top-top in the top-top mezzanine

While my opener on, right-right in front of me

Gotta fuck three for the night to be fun to me

Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me

Homie is the best, strap to your chest like, like dungaree

Enemy, I hold smoke, bro, I'm chim-chimney

I'm Soho living, but I'm homegrown mentally

I'm so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me

My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his Timbs Timothy

A boatload of women like we goin' on a trip

Don't trip, 'cause my bro's clip so-so finicky

The slo-mo fuckin' with the cold-cold Hennessy

Put me at peace like when K-Ci and JoJo sing to me

[Chorus]

What the fuck?

By 9 p.m. I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)

Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)

I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich (Fuck)

Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)

Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)

When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck)

I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

[Verse 2]

She fuck like a celebrity more than me, uh-huh

I gotta repeat if she freak-freak, uh-huh

I never cheat-cheat but I see three of 'em

T-T, she call me T, I'm the boss and shit

Pray to that motherfucker like it's a cross and shit

G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and shit

Smack that ass, now it's redder than some MAGA shit

Stuntin' like my daddy when I'm snappin' at the mic

Trigger-happy, kitty-catty on my lap, I got the mice

Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K and that's light

"Baby, did you really make a inde milli'?" That's right (Yeah)

All the women pretty, more petty than that

Chameleon with everything because I really adapt

I line 'em up and I'm like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone

Head to head to head to head to head to head to head (Ooh)

Treat the homies like a bread knife, break bread

I be tryna count the bread 'til I'm braindead

Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said

Baby, I ain't from Atlanta, I look like a bank-head

Head of the bank offices, credit with great confidence

'Bout to cop the presidential, I never debate politics

Henny, I'm eight bottles in

Baby, I'm faded, take me to bed where the runway model is

Fuck, what time is it? 'Cause

[Chorus]

What the fuck?

By 9 p.m. I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)

Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)

I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich (Fuck)

Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)

Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)

When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck)

I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich