DJ Stevie J
Real niggas
Rich niggas
Fly [bad word] 

I be on some fly [bad word] [bad word] when I step out
 [bad word] what y’all talkin’ about
I be on some rich [bad word] [bad word] when I step out
 [bad word] what y’all talkin’ about
 [bad word] what y’all talkin’ about
 [bad word] what y’all talkin’ about
 [bad word] what y’all talkin’ about
I be on some fly, rich [bad word] [bad word]  steppin’ out
I be on that fly, rich [bad word] [bad word]  steppin’ out
 [bad word] what y’all talkin’ about

Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm
Black Double-R, back the [bad word] off
Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft
Wet [bad word] turn me on, money keep me hard
King [bad word]  Versace towels, I ain’t dryin’ off
Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldn’t walk on
Jesus walked on water, so I’mma walk on charters
Private jets, baguettes, only [bad word] with ballers
All this, half a mill, first week of August
I ain’t even doin’ shows, I’m just workin’ on the album
Forty for the feature, I just payed my mama’s Visa
You in the club breathin’, that Ten X, you niggas Beavis
She give me butt, head – get brain like a genius
I got that dope [bad word]  the 80s chrome Alpinas
White Beamer – my son gon’ inherit this flow
You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole

Young [bad word]  we Rich Gang
Came up from that rich game
Picture me rollin’ down Biscayne
Black Double-R with your [bad word]  mane
With that top off and that drop head
Pull up on ‘em, they drop dead
Niggas talkin’ that bird [bad word] 
When them birds came, they was not dead
And I was out there with that work
From the 15th to the 1st
My clique mean and they merk
We’ll let them clips squeeze like dirt
When [bad word] to them dollars, [bad word]  why bother?
These niggas don’t want no problems
‘Cause I’ll kill all y’all dead, put a price on your head
Get your brain, I doubt it
I be on that fly [bad word] – M-O-that mob [bad word] 
Boy, I’m talkin’ [bad word] 
Fifty racks for that ride, [bad word] 
That ain’t yours, that’s my [bad word] 
You clocked out and I signed in
We young niggas, we grindin’
We shinin’ like diamonds

Make them pop ten bottles like, "give me ten more"
I’m in the club passin’ weed to the [bad word]  like “hit this [bad word] 
Your stupid [bad word] outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”
Should’ve known I was a fool, when I moved
When I pulled up in that Bentley
Told y’all I was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp
Don’t say I didn’t – million-dollar flow
Got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
VIP for niggas like me
Wish a [bad word] would touch that rope
Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers
Thugs, goons, beasts, guerillas
Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas
Jets, cribs, condos, villas
Say that, then
 [bad word] right, [bad word] I’ve been fly since way back when
That’s right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, there
Burnin’ up the track like a [bad word]  matchstick,
You know that’s him
Tryna shine when [bad word] around stars like us
They do look dim
Ain’t got your game tight, ain’t got your swag up
Shame on them
Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big
 [bad word]  go to the gym
For the love of my clique, we up in this [bad word] 
So sorry that your girl’s suckin’ my [bad word] 
Throwin’ money in the air like I’m sick of this [bad word] 

We be on our fly [bad word] 
You see us right
Fly [bad word] 
Swag or die and we high
Haha Rich Gang
DJ Stevie J
Stunna, salute