Dirty Faygo lyrics

[Intro]
I'm so f*ckin' rich
I'm a young rich bast*rd

[Verse]
Big FN get to sprayin' through your door
When I was a kid I wanted to ride 24's
I be drinkin' pints, he be playin' with his nose
I was sellin' 'bows, way before I sold a phone
MVP without a ring, sh*t I feel like Karl Malone
I'm high as hell, but if you try it, I'ma pop you in your dome
My hoes don't even be cryin' like these n*ggas, truth be told
I just went Amiri shoppin' and that K was my tote
I'm smokin' dirty Faygo, they shoot on my say so
I drink so much f*ckin' lean, you'd think I had eight colds
500K for my house, n*gga f*ck yo bankroll
She got a diamond link, wrapped around her lil' ankle
Yesterday my pint was full, I'm thinkin' where'd my drank go?
Your BM a runner, boy don't act like you don't know
My new b*tch so rich, she might just pull up in a Rolls
To me you ain't important, so I won't pick up my phone
These big ol' Balenciagas got the size on them toes
Boy the way you di*k suckin', hope you on his payroll
We'll put sixty in your car, try to follow us home
First time I approve someone, name is Mike Jones
Three b*tches, one me, I'm enough, they can share
Three b*tches on me, I'm gettin' head, pullin' hair
I won't let him come around, I know he wanna drop a tear
I send my n*ggas with them choppas, they gon' do him like a bear
I'ma be a billionaire in 'bout five to six years
One sixty in a Lam' truck, watch how fast we disappear
I keep me a double cup, I ain't sippin' on no beer
If you see me and you stare, it just make you look weird
If you see me don't stare, I might shoot from ear to ear
745 with the Gucci interior
I see a rich n*gga when I'm lookin' in the mirror
I SS2, is a n*gga still steering?