| Beep, beep |
| All White steady whippin' it |
| It’s Swoo Gang, baby |
| Uh, uh |
| Yeah, uh, uh, uh |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| Uh, uh, uh, yeah |
| Uh, rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit |
| Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit |
| Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit |
| Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit (Yeah) |
| Black on black, going crazy, I can’t lie |
| Coupe go thirty, and the seats, they bloody insides |
| Niggas beg for features then they switch up like I ain’t fine |
| Bitch, it’s Swoo, who are you? I don’t fuck with your kind |
| Talkin' on the internet but we don’t see you outside |
| Talkin' 'bout my niggas, we gon' pull up with that fire |
| He switched when it hit the fan, but you know I’m blowin' bands |
| I got cash, I’m the man, so much racks, can’t fit in my pants |
| Walk with a limp, I can barely stand |
| Wish my nigga got out that jam |
| he get slammed |
| Nigga ain’t playin' now your mom like, «Damn» |
| She ate the dick, said, «Thank, you ma’am» |
| New AP like chandelier |
| VVVs, they crystal clear |
| Smoking loud, I cannot hear |
| Uh, rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit |
| Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit |
| Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit |
| Rich nigga shit, this that rich nigga shit (Yeah) |
| Black on black, going crazy, I can’t lie |
| Coupe go thirty, and the seats, they bloody insides |
| Niggas beg for features then they switch up like I ain’t fine |
| Bitch, it’s Swoo, who are you? I don’t fuck with your kind |
| Talkin' on the internet but we don’t see you outside |
| Talkin' 'bout my niggas, we gon' pull up with that fire |
| He switched when it hit the fan, but you know I’m blowin' bands |
| I got cash, I’m the man, so much racks, can’t fit in my pants |