[Intro: G Herbo & Doe Boy]
Uh, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Ayy, you know this
Don't act like you don't know this, you know this (Oh, really?)
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Uh, I was dead broke
Never had money, but I had hope (Had hope, Southside on the track, yeah)
Trippin' 'bout my past, but I love it, though (I love it, though)
Wifey on my ass 'bout another ho (Mustard on the beat, ho, ayy)
I ain't in the 'Raq, but I run it, though (I run it, though)
Can't even find the key, press the button, go (Skrrt)
Everywhere I go, they be eyein' me
Nigga tryin' me, tell him, "Try and see"
Got security, but I keep iron on me (I keep iron on me)
Used to be four deep, now I'm side deep
Askin' me for cash, it bе drownin' me
My Amex like fifty-thou' a week
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Stand ovеr a hundred-thousand, had the wealth to go and check
Twenty-three, new Rolls, new Ferrari, what's next?
Rose gold Richie Mill', face lift, they upset
She gon' fuck for a budget, I can't even trust it
All these Cubans lit up like a Christmas tree
Ridin' with the mob, some Crip and some bleed
.223s on his skin, eczema
My lil' nigga clean the whole house, Stanley Steamer
I remember I was broke, now I got some coats
Pull up in the winter time on my little folks
You pillow talkin' to your bitch, I ain't trippin' though
I be sippin' slow while I'm gettin' dough
Uh, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Ayy, you know this
Don't act like you don't know this, you know this (Oh, really?)
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Uh, I was dead broke
Never had money, but I had hope (Had hope, Southside on the track, yeah)
Trippin' 'bout my past, but I love it, though (I love it, though)
Wifey on my ass 'bout another ho (Mustard on the beat, ho, ayy)
I ain't in the 'Raq, but I run it, though (I run it, though)
Can't even find the key, press the button, go (Skrrt)
Everywhere I go, they be eyein' me
Nigga tryin' me, tell him, "Try and see"
Got security, but I keep iron on me (I keep iron on me)
Used to be four deep, now I'm side deep
Askin' me for cash, it bе drownin' me
My Amex like fifty-thou' a week
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Stand ovеr a hundred-thousand, had the wealth to go and check
Twenty-three, new Rolls, new Ferrari, what's next?
Rose gold Richie Mill', face lift, they upset
She gon' fuck for a budget, I can't even trust it
All these Cubans lit up like a Christmas tree
Ridin' with the mob, some Crip and some bleed
.223s on his skin, eczema
My lil' nigga clean the whole house, Stanley Steamer
I remember I was broke, now I got some coats
Pull up in the winter time on my little folks
You pillow talkin' to your bitch, I ain't trippin' though
I be sippin' slow while I'm gettin' dough
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