Salty Rich The Kid & Jay Critch

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
She want a nigga who ballin'
I get the money, you salty
Tell them lil' haters get off me
Lean in the mornin' like coffee
Got the check
Gotta flex
I just dropped a grip on my neck
She want a nigga who ballin'
I get the money, you salty
Tell them lil' haters get off me
Lean in the mornin' like coffee
Got the check
Gotta flex
I just dropped a grip on my neck

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Baby, this shit is too easy
I get the money, believe me
These niggas can't see me like Stevie
I had to New Freezer my AP
You a broke boy
Can't catch a ho, boy
Oh no, boy, she ain't fucking with no poor boy
Now I'm on top
You hatin', I'm winnin', I cannot stop
These chips keep on coming like get the drop
I made it from nothin' I got the guap
Rich nigga, run from 12, jump the fence, nigga
Can't switch nigga, you a groupie, take a pic, nigga
She want a nigga who ballin'
You gotta watch from the sideline
Check out the watch, it's my time
These real V's, you go blind
I got a check
I gotta flex
I made it from nothin', I cannot stress
I got me a coupe, I just want the jet