Young rich nigga, young rich nigga (ayy, Luxury)
Hide ya bitch, nigga, hide ya-
Ooh, yeah, yeah (what's up, Pyro?)
I ain't never drove a C-Class, AMG, I'm too fast (ah)
If I don't get no lean today, I fuck around and relapse (yeah)
Shot his brother in his face, I know that nigga three mad (okay)
Not to mention, yesterday I put the BRABUS on the G-Wag' (yeah)
Shinin' like a light (light), bitch, I'm lit up (lit up)
When we come around, better tell them lil' niggas to put they bitch up (for sure)
The day I fuck around and do some sit-ups (okay)
Nigga, never mind, all these fuckin' chains on, I can't even lift up (ah)
I'm kickin' shit like Liu Kang (Kang)
I'm superhero Dapper Dan, bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne (Wayne)
Before I ever save a ho, I'ma save the day (oh)
I'm fuckin' with that Adderall, I been up all day (huh)
Lil' bitch, I'm gettin' paid, uh (yeah)
(Uh) Lil Dann the richest young nigga in Atlanta (in Atlanta)
Like BMF, we run the whole world, we need a banner (yeah)
4PF got this city shit on lock, and I put that shit on camera, nigga (let's go)
I popped a pill and hit the bitch, and left her pussy swole (swole)
She try to run from me all night, but didn't know where to go (oh)
These diamonds on me, hittin' like ice, fuck around and catch a cold (woah)
Real GA nigga, I was thirteen, trappin' at Texaco (yeah)
You think Lil Dann a worker, you must be crazy, nigga (crazy)
I'm my own boss, for real, and I got paid hitters (hitters)
We can go safe for safe, mine way bigger (yeah)
Them millions on my 'Gram, all mine, not Baby's, nigga (on God)
But he showed me how to get it, now I get it on my own (woah, woah)
This real player shit, we ain't sharin' bankrolls
I'm a fool with the safe (uh)
I'm paranoid, nigga, I go to sleep with the K, huh (uh)
Young rich nigga
Young lit nigga, for sure
I told Mac to come and punch me in
Yeah, I'm turnin' active when we land, it ain't no tappin' in
My lil' brothers strapped up, I was fuckin' with the Mexican
I kept fuckin' my sack up
I put Mazis, Benzs, Porsches in the hood before this rap stuff
Somethin' ever happen to me, call Lil Dann 'em, that's my backup
Eight million out a spot, with nine choppers for the jackers
They just stepped on, what you call it? How the fuck y'all let that happen?
Watch some niggas take the plea in trial, I know that Slime ain't happy
Don't ask me how much the Wham cost, you know that lil' bro'nem taxin'
They ain't even make a lot of these, you know I had to snatch it
I just jumped out and bought a Hellcat, ain't talkin' 'bout no Scat
We them Oakland City millionaires, you know this ain't no cap
Yeah, you know this ain't no cap
Yeah, you know we made it happen
Yeah, put the hood on my back
Yeah
Five-hundred thousand on a watch, nigga, that's me
I had this shit poppin' 'fore I dropped, you can ask P
Country boys comin' to get them blocks, you can ask G
In sixth grade, I know this shit would happen, ask Lil D
We was walkin', I was tellin' bro, we gon' have twenty cars
We was breakin' in and robbin', we had caught a couple charges
All my cars at least three-hundred thousand, ain't buy no fuckin' Charger
I don't know who done hyped these niggas up, you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
Only class I had was mathematics, I'm used to doin' numbers
Yeah, I'm nasty but don't even ask me, we fuckin' with a condom
Know we sold more bags than Walmart, I can put that on my mama
I been actin' like an asshole, you get shit on if you run up
I ain't went under a thousand dollars the last twelve summers
She been actin' like she like that, stick it in and she start runnin'
I been like that since I was younger, I don't care who down there, I'm dunkin'
Air Force 1s and Timbs, we stuntin', that lil' boy act bad, we thump him
I got bands, I don't play no trumpet, I put drum on the bottom of that stick
Ain't even own that, they ain't 'bout shit
But tell your bitch please stay off my dick, nigga
Pussy-ass nigga, yeah
