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[Intro]
Young, rich n*gga
Yeah, if I spend it, I'm gon' make it back, n*gga
In the stu', let her dunk on my head, if I'm f*cking that b*tch, then I'm breaking her back, n*gga (DJ-DJ-DJ-DJ-DJ PHAT)
I'm in Cali, I'm smoking that gas, n*gga
And, I'm gettin' to all of this cash, n*gga
I remember when they used to laugh at me
Now we having all of them bags—
Zero, zero, yeah
Zero, zero, zero
Zero, zero, zero, yeah, yeah
(Go crazy, Cam)

[Chorus]
Yeah, my bank having zero's
Smoking weed, sippin' lean, on some zero
Oh, yeah and my necklace a zero, f*ck you mean I don't be thumbin' through C-notеs
Free bands, yeah, I feel like a C-note
Frеak hoe, she gon' dance for a B-roll
Big racks, keep those sh*t's in my jeans now
Big drum, on the stick, and I reload
If you not talking 'bout no guap, then he dead, oh
What you doing dude, I'm in the Vlone
Got this money, put that sh*t on your head, oh
Gotta leave the straps, run up on runs
I got a rich b*tch, rockin' Rick, not designer
I gotta come clean, but I don't need no closet
We swing them dope fein's, we get money for free
Gotta drop in, I guess I really been trill
I'm in the back, with my bro chain on
Love my gang, know that they won't change on me
I was down bad, then I came up
That's the reason why these n*gga's hatin' on me
Yes, I'm Lonely, so I keep that paper on me
She not lonely, baby, keep them racks on me
I'm with the plug, when I need a pack on me
Slide a hunnid gun's, know we keep a strap on me
[Verse]
Know I'm a young, rich n*gga
Yeah, if I spend it, I'm gon' make it back, n*gga
In the stu', let her dunk on my head, if I'm f*cking that b*tch, then I'm breaking her back, n*gga (DJ-DJ—)
I'm in Cali, I'm smoking that gas, n*gga (DJ-DJ-DJ-DJ-DJ PHAT)
And, I'm gettin' to all of this cash, n*gga
I remember when they used to laugh at me
Now we having all of them bags, n*gga

[Interlude]
Yeah, so, zero, yeah, yeah
So, zero, yeah, yeah
So, zero, I'm so zero, yeah, zero

[Chorus]
Yeah, my bank having zero's
Smoking weed, sippin' lean, on some zero
Oh, yeah and my necklace a zero, f*ck you mean I don't be thumbin' through C-notes
Free bands, yeah, I feel like a C-note
Freak hoe, she gon' dance for a B-roll
Big racks, keep those sh*t's in my jeans now
Big drum, on the stick, and I reload
If you not talking 'bout no guap, then he dead, oh
What you doing dude, I'm in the Vlone
Got this money, put that sh*t on your head, oh
Gotta leave the straps, run up on runs
I got a rich b*tch, rockin' Rick, not designer
I gotta come clean, but I don't need no closet
We swing them dope fein's, we get money for free
Gotta drop in, I guess I really been trill
I'm in the back, with my bro chain on
Love my gang, know that they won't change on me
I was down bad, then I came up
That's the reason why these n*gga's hatin' on me
Yes, I'm Lonely, so I keep that paper on me
She not lonely, baby, keep them racks on me
I'm with the plug, when I need a pack on me
Slide a hunnid gun's, know we keep a strap on me