[Instrumental Intro]

[Intro]
I told her ride it like a rental, it’s just a rental
I'm not with all the sentimentals, just keep it simple
I'm not with all the sentimentals, just keep it simple
Uh, I told her ride it like a rental
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
After this song, I'm finna ride some dirt bikes
Lit, uh-huh
In the hills, fuckin' up all the happy houses

[Verse 1]
I told her ride it like a rental, it’s just a rental
I'm not with all the sentimentals, just keep it simple
You wanna know what I'm into, so you can get into it
I ain't tryna get into it, I done been through it
A lot shit been on my mental, I done been through it
Niggas say they gon' kill me, Nike, just do it
Bitches say thеy want the real me, thеy sound real stupid
I already told you my relationship with Cupid
This shit don't ever work, my heart cold
It's been cold since I threw it to the South Pole (Uh)
AP two-tone, yeah, my wrist cold (Uh)
Straight flawless, the brightest of crystals (Uh)
I'm a diamond in the rough, that's a gem, ho (Uh)
Got a thing for Gemini's with a bad soul (Uh)
I was taught to let live and to let 'em go (Uh)
But instead, I just love them and hold 'em close (Uh)
Opiate addict, it's fucking Narcos (Uh)
Heartbreak addict too, I been done wrong (Uh)
Got a thing for the freaks and the snake hoes (Uh)
Love sex so much, need a porno (Uh)
Love head so much, need a deep throat (Uh)
I can't fuck with her if she don't got a deep throat (Uh)
Hunnid fifty for the watch, not a cheap ho (Uh)
Cubic zirconias, you can keep those (Uh)
See a whole different side of me (Uh-huh)
Need a girl that'll die for me (Uh-huh)
Her boyfriend want a rivalry (Uh-huh)
Her nigga better come right for me (Uh-huh)
I remember when I couldn't get they time of day
Now these hoes wanna spend they time with me (Uh-huh)
I remember being little playin' board games
Now I'm playing real-life Monopoly (Uh-huh)

[Bridge]
Cha-ching
Cha-ching
Cha-ching
I wake up in the morning
With an alarm clock in my head
It's a coach whistle
Ayy, somethin' like a cash register (Ayy, uh)
Cha-ching (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2]
I don't got to come back 'cause I never left
I could only imagine how that feels, no disrespect
On the right track, I don't ever go left
Need my millions upfront, yeah, plus a bonus
Had a big heart, uh, 'til a nigga sold it
Had a good soul, uh, 'til a nigga sold it
We came from the same place, I made it, you stayed
They wasn't gon' hear our story 'less a real nigga told it
Took his bitch, yeah, I stole her, I'm gettin' bolder
I'm sick, nigga, no Ebola, need a Ricola
She took my heart, yeah, she stole it and now she own it
My heartbreak on the way, I'm good for the moment
I'm Tom Hanks with the play, Forrest Gump runnin'
I get bad news every day, gettin' high, just in case
Fake boobs to the face, good nudes, masturbate
How rude, baddie with an attitude, give me face
Attitude, I don't like her attitude, let her swallow
She should have an attitude of gratitude, bullets hollow
Give 'em to a nigga like an attitude
.50 shot clip for a nigga with an attitude
Rolls-Royce truck, catch me cruisin' on the avenue
Good nut bust from some head, yeah, that'll do
I ain't Mr. T, nah, I never pity fools
I see how you livin', to be honest, it's pitiful
I don't like much, I'm a chill dude-dude
Complicated but it's kinda simple
Call my gun Proactiv, you a pimple
Catch me interactin' with your bitch, ooh-ooh
Walk in the room, I'm too smoo-ooth
That's not me, that's the percs, ooh-ooh, ooh
'Til I die, I'ma work, ooh-ooh, ooh
Had to cut down on the syrup, ooh-ooh, ooh
I was sleeping away money, couldn't wake up and get money
Now I'm up tryna get money, give a fuck what they want from me
I was too heart-broke to get money, yeah, I'm sad, but I'm no dummy
If there's anything you should take from me
It's that I'm a confused, young, rich junkie (Young, rich junkie)

[Freestyle Pre-Verse]
I love to skate, I love the friends
I'ma fuck this bitch from the back end
I'ma fuck this bitch from the back end

[Freestyle Verse 1]
In the trap, whip it, I got packs in
Studio like a traphouse, crackin'
Might prefer tonin' to my bestfriend
I'ma probably put dick in intestines
I'ma probably put dick in intestines
I'm feelin' like a king, champion
Vetements on the pants, champion
I feel like a real nigga, you a mannequin
Walkin' 'cross the sky high, feel like Anakin
Dodgin' bullets all day, I feel like Flanigan
Uh, Gucci and Louis all on my flannels then
Uh, 'Preme all over my 5 Panel, yeah
Used to skateboard back as a kid
Coolin' back at the crib
For the red coach listenin', boy, I'm back at the brib bickin' back
Talkin' dumb, get it in
Chippa stick you like a motherfuckin' pen or a needle or a tack
Bitch, I'm under attack off the Percs, they gon' beat me to death 'cause I love how they feel
Momma scared that I may overdose on the house on the hills with a stomach full of pills
I ain't trippin', I'm just livin'
I fuck her, put her on the ad-libs, ad-hitter
I may just fuck her then add her sister, I'm realer
Adolf with the gun, uh, no Hitler
I'ma ball on they ass, yeah, I'm in her
Left her drunk like Rosé, uh, straight liquor
But I don't need 'em drunk, ah-ha
I ain't Bill Cosby, I'm not that type of guy, uh
Freestyle flows, I can rap, for real
You can catch me boolin' in the trap, for real
They sleep on me, take a nap, for real
And I don't give a fuck where you at, for real
I grew up with them niggas that'll shoot to kill
I feel like Fresh Prince 'cause it's in my will
And I understand what you don't
Uh, I fuck the bitch but you won't, you can't
She a baddie
Paid for her ass so now she got a fatty
Outer-space, high off the Percs, I'm on Saturn
I could fuck yo' bitch and leave, it really don't matter
Try me if you wanna, you can get smoked like Marijuana
Grew up with niggas on the corner
Brother locked up, money on his book, sporters
Chef Boyardee up in the kitchen, cookin' orders
Pimp-slap you, now yo' ass talkin' with a disorder
Huh, movin' money faster than them niggas 'cross the borders
I'm a type of nag who'll burn it down in that order
I'ma ride— *Mumble*
She a rider and she feelin' suicidal, uh
Heroin, she gon' put it in her vitals
I'm her hero but she indecisive, uh
We can have anything but I don't need a title, uh
Put that on my life, uh, rifle of the Bible, uh
Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh
Worried 'bout my life, rifle of the Bible, uh
Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh
Worried 'bout my life, rifle in the Bible, uh
Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh
Worried 'bout my life
You should be worried 'bout yo' wife, hehe
All these hoes trif'
Feelin' like Lil Yachty, only give her one night
Chicago to LA, I just took the first flight
Try me if you want, trust me, you gon' die
Leave ya traumatized, put that on my life
Talent for days
Off the Percs, fightin', got balance for days
Niggas scared to vote, there's a ballet for reasons
I don't give a fuck 'cause it's not my season
Ballin' on these hoes, boy, you know I need it
Ain't on her period, she thought she was bleedin'
Beat it up good and bad at the same damn time
Then done got arrested for the same damn crime
Then I build up on a fuckin' dime
Try me, that's okay, I send a nigga for ya life
Feel like I'm the man, *Mumble* right
Buckle up, fuck it, it's gon' be a long ride, uh

[Freestyle Chorus]
I'm finna rap on this shit again
You think you 'bout it? I'm really 'bout it
Bro hard as hell with that shit
Forget about it
Said she wanna have my—, uh, forget about it
Say she wanna be my lady, forget about it
Bitch, you gotta be crazy, forget about it, hmm

[Freestyle Verse 2]
Say she wanna have my baby, forget about it
Say she wanted to be my lady, forget about it
She say she wanna be my lady, forget about it
I just— *Mumble* then forget about it
I used to take Xans, fuck 'em then forget about it
Take ya shit about it
Got yo' whole shit surrounded, you can forget about it
Try me if you really 'bout it, you can forget about it
You that nigga? Well, I doubt it, you can forget about it, uh, uh
First class on they dumb ass, uh, uh
Glowed up on they bum ass, uh, uh
Big blunt, puff, puff, pass, uh, uh
OG, you smoke grass, uh
I remember rollin' mid as a little kid
Now, I'm off the pills on a house in the hills
Never gave a fuck how a fuck-nigga feel
Get up off my dick and let a young nigga live
I'ma do my thing
Married to the money, bought the bitch a weddin' ri-i-ing
I rap, I trap, I sing
Crown me right now, I'm the muhfuckin' ki-i-ing
Niggas want drama, Jerry Spring'
This is real-life beef, we don't do TV-e-e
Gassed up like I'm at BP
Feel like John Cena, these niggas can't see me-e-e
Hell yeah
You don't got Adidas, but I'll give you shells, yeah
Fuck with me, I may just send you straight to Hell, yeah
Ya locked up there forever, you don't got a bail, yeah
In a hotel lookin' for the bellhop
I ain't takin' this luggage upstairs, uh-uh
I ain't takin' this luggage upstairs, bitch, stop
I'ma do the pills 'til my fuckin' jaw lock
Whole time I'ma drop when the fuckin' beat drop
Talkin' shit, you get cooked like a new—, uh, uh
Talkin' shit, I'll make you shine like a new watch
I'on gotta shoot, my brodie bought a new Glock
Rockstar status, grew up in the attic
With my brother in the basement whippin' shit up for the addicts
Makin' money is a habit, everyday I gotta have it
Life is a ass, sometimes you gotta grab it, hehe
I can't manage
Thank God everyday this shit wasn't in the plannin'
Goin' nuts like a brand-new package of the Planters
Feel like I'm Hulk, motherfucker, Bruce Banner
'Cause I'ma ball on these hoes
Do that everyday feelin' like D Rose
Fifty points, fadeaway, try me if you want, whoa
All smoke
L-O-L to the bank, that's a good joke
Run up on me, you get hit, choppa backstroke
Shorty is a freak how she deepthroat
She get lost in the sauce, no Nemo
Hop on my dick like a bike, ride that shit like Deebo
Need a cheat code
G-Money callin' me the cheat code
Makin' music, singin' like the Glee show
Ask yo' bitch, she knows, yeah
I'm not a hero, I'm a villain
So sick, after me, you need some Penicillin
Suck a dick, hell yeah, disrespectful with children
Never gave a fuck, I'm a disrespectful ass children
That's just how it is, that's just who I am
I do what I want, these niggas doin' what they can
Choppa on me, up that Tec—, ooh, hold on
Choppa on me, uh, it attach to my arm like Megaman
AK on my hip, I feel like Afghanistan
Fuck her up in sixty second, V-12, many men
But off of the Percs, I could always last
Off of the Percs, I be on her ass
Ballin' so hard, I don't even pass
Leave a pussy nigga leakin', need a Maxi Pad
Harder than a nigga tryna catch a Taxi cab
Call of Duty Uzi, it's a nasty lag, yeah, yeah

[Freestyle Chorus]
Goddamn
*Mumble*
I'm high bro, fuck

[Freestyle Pre-Verse]
This beat hard as fuck
Told my soul "take her to the soul taking"
I'ma turn a broke nigga to a money making
Talkin' bout myself, legend in the making
World is mine for the taking, they can't take it
All these bitches are basic, but they my favorite
Slow it up when I fuck like I'm in the Matrix
I ain't ever give no fuck [?] sayin'
All girls are the same on a bitch playlist
A Bitch from Colorado that was gettin' niggas
The same bitches tryna' hit my DM counting figures
I ain't tryna' fuck with her, I'ma fuck on her
I ain't tryna' fuck with her, I'ma fuck on her
I ain't tryna' fuck with her, I'ma fuck on her
She call me a fuck nigga, I'm a fuck nigga
This shit gon' be hard

[Freestyle Verse 3]
Life is a book time to turn the page
I'ma run it like a race, I'm in first place
I'ma Bolt to the cash like I'm Usain
Uh, Batman shoes like I'm Bruce Wayne
Uh, In my lane I do my thing
Uh, Presidential watch that designer game
Uh, I'm pourin up Prince in the double cup, no purple rain
Ay, ay
Another life, sometimes I wish I was in another life
Sometimes I wish that I had another bitch
Sike, I just double up and fuck another wife
Uh, pull up in a Ghost, that's the Poltergeist
Uh, Peek-A-Boo, uh-huh, oh, Ray Charles shades won't peek at you
Uh-huh, tying up Balenciaga shoes, uh-huh
All I do is win, I cannot fucking lose, uh, takin' W's
Pull up, swervin' on my old block, avenue
Thirty shots up in the glizzy, yeah that'll do
I shoot it if a nigga try to give me attitude, yeah
Who are you? I feel like you lost or somethin' needa get a clue
All these bitches make assumptions about you
Prolly' got hella' hoes tryna' come through
I do, like a marriage, but just drop that shit miscarriage
I'ma ball out, uhm, Ferris, Bueller skip school feelin' like I'm Ferris
Uh, huh, I graduation on you loser, I graduated on a loser
You want beef, well I love steak, real life let's not do computers
Send him my address, after that I'ma wish him the best
I be wettin' like Gilbert Arenas with the gun aimed at Ron Artest
Yeah, I'ma grip it like a tech Pitbull
She was aiming for my neck, Pitbull
She Hispanic and French, ballout
Why they sleeping on a bitch
Uh, Kid Cudi with the huh-uh, oh
Bad bitch, yeah I'm bound to make her cu-u-um
On her knees like can you give me so-o-o-ome
Stick my dick in her throat, is it do-o-o-one
I just took another perky and another perky (perky)
It done fly, they kicked in, I pray to god they working (working)
Lord knows they'll cut deep, I think I need a surgeon (surgeon)
So many perkys' I think I turned to a perky
Pulled up in a parking lot, I don't park a lot
I don't drive a lot, but you know that I'll swerve alot
The DeLorean, I'm feelin' like Marty McFly
Everyday I'm gettin' low so I have to get high
The studio, my hair twisted style, dope, I feel like Coolio
This Gucci and Pucci up on me, no fuck coochie, ho
Pull up on a scene, like a superstar
Even though sometimes I don't feel like a superstar
Vroom vroom, I just a bought me a super car
If I'ma drive that, bitch we'll go super far
In the back of the Benz', gettin' top from her friends
The night never ends, it's forever uh, uh
In the back of the Benz', gettin' top from her friends
The night never ends, it's forever uh, uh
Mask on my face, Calvin Klein
AP on my wrist, uh for the time
I ain't worried bout' yours, I'm bout' mine
Make a nigga stop at a green light, why?
Why he treat that shit like a stop sign
Rich foes, fuck it, he can have the stop sign
You ain't bout' yours, nigga worry bout' mine
I can turn a numb bitch to a Columbine
I mean it, I mean a concubine but that .40 on me
I turn your block to Columbine
I'm blowing transformers off from this perc
I, might pull on em with that choppa' like -uprise
Ooh, uh, back in, bad bitch, I'ma hit her from the back end
Girlfriend doing coke off her napkin, I don't know what the fuck just happened
Oh, uh, oh yeah, I'm a real nigga, you don't wanna go there
Solar, on my wrist, nigga huh, no flare
Fuckin' on your bitch cause I don't care
Fucking all the pressure, that lil' bitch she know that I'm the one
She wanna get next to, told you niggas that I'm higher
I'm on another level, I went to hell and shot my deuce
I beat the fuck outta the devil, yeah
Diamonds on my wrist, I need another bezel

[Freestyle Pre-Chorus]
Metallica when I load the choppa that's heavy metal
You know I'm driving the fastest, faster the pedal medal
Talking stupid to me, shoot you like a rebel
Like a motherfucking *Cooh*

[Chorus]
-I was sleeping away money, couldn't wake up and get money
Now I'm up tryna get money, give a fuck what they want from me
I was too heart-broke to get money, yeah, I'm sad, but I'm no dummy
If there's anything you should take from me
It's that I'm a confused, young, rich junkie (Young, rich junkie)