To all the Remy Sippers, Lolo Dippers, The Sack Flippers Ziploc Zippers, The FedEx Packet Shippers Big Kid, Dollar Folders, Gun Holders, What the gym out on rollers? Pete Daines, I'm fine, rep this dosha Shoya Kawanaka, Pussy down from the connect And see ya later than any area Rap stars still makin' sales for chickens Don't get it twisted, when I retire, I'm walkin' with a ticket Mad talkin' niggas, ain't nothin' funny Mother*** Jerry Maguire, show this nigga Doug the money An out-of-town spot, well I can make a profit With the color handkerchief hangin' up my back pocket Steady bankin' for my cheap ass on these fools Can't stop till I get money like that nigga Q Blowin' crown, I got the six double O, my crew's controllin' My pockets on swollen, I gots to have it rich rollin' Rich rollin', never strollin' He the hollin', when he's rollin' She know it, he know it We rollin', she's rollin' And y'all can't hang, take a grip and move fast Sittin' reminiscin' bout the days of way back Before the LPs and the Platinum Plex When all I had to eat was Top Ramen and Tabasco Sleepin' on the floor, sellin' sacks off the back door I remember niggas pointin' and starin' and yellin' Look at a nigga rollin' in the RX-7 Bitches laughin' at me cause I'm rollin' the bucket With the Prime on the side of my doors, I'm like, *** it Knowin' someday I'll be the nigga they be jockin' Three years later, for sure, it's on a poppin' I see the same fools backstage callin' my name Broke as ***, lookin' like the nigga Eddie Kane The game's still the same, but the players done changed Cause now I push luxuries, I'm banin' Connect Gang The rich rollin', put the four fingers up Twisted in a, aw, *** it, y'all know the slogan Rich rollin', never strollin' He the hollin', we's rollin' She know it, he know it We rollin', she's rollin' And y'all can't hang, take a grip and move fast Rich rollin', never strollin' He the hollin', we's rollin' She know it, he know it And y'all can't hang, take a grip and move fast Now I done seen niggas come and seen niggas go Whack mother***ers in cheesy-ass videos I watch them follow the charts like a brick Talkin' that true MC kid, keep it real *** See, I love to freestyle, but if I can't get paid At the end of the day, I'm like, no, Caprinda Cause if keepin' it real is bein' broke *** this rap ***, I'm goin' back to full-time slayin' dope Laughin' at these niggas, swearin' ain't a bomb Workin' on these 4,000, still livin' with moms Three strikes, you off, pack your *** and shake Stick to flippin' burgers and makin' mixtapes Cause if it don't make dollars, it don't make cents And apparently them freestyles ain't payin' no rent So I'ma let you other mother***ers keep it real broken In the meanwhile, UFC gon' keep it rich rollin' Rich rollin', never strollin' He the hollin', we's rollin' She know it, he know it We rollin', she's rollin' And y'all can't hang, take a grip and move fast Rich rollin', never strollin' He the hollin', we's rollin' She know it, he know it We rollin', she's rollin' And y'all can't hang, take a grip and move fast