Top of the World Rich Boy (Ft. Chili Chil)

[Intro: Rich Boy]
Dear Heavenly Father
Forgive us, for we have sinned (Yeah)
But I just gotta... get money! (Yeah, woah!)
Yeah, huh, aye, come on, yeah
Ayy, huh, y-yeah
Ayy, aye, y-yeah (Ah!)
Ayy, ayy, let's go (We back!)

[Chorus]
To the top of the world
... Keep so calling me
Don't goo
To the top of the-

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
City [?]
First nigga in the hood to ride around with [?]
Real [?] that you [?]
I'm worth a couple mill', you niggas still [?]
Riding in my old school [?]
Somebody please tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to lose
Headed to the Super Bowl with twenty European hoes
Spent thirty grand in the Gucci store in Mexico
[?] the freshest in the universe
On the day they bury me, I want some 30s on my hearse (Yeah)
Haters trying to make the worse, told 'em all to carry me
Born in Alabama, so that's just where they gon' bury me
Women see the diamonds on my neck and get infatuated
Try to copy me but, bitch, I can't be recreated
Baller of the century, women try to kiss on me (Say what? Let's go)
MVP [?]
Let's go!