DJ Stevie J Real niggas Rich niggas Fly shit [Chorus] I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin about I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin out I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin out Fuck what yall talkin about Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm Black Double-R, back the fuck off Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft Wet pussy turn me on, money keep me hard King shit, Versace towels, I aint dryin off Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldnt walk on Jesus walked on water, so Imma walk on charters Private jets, baguettes, only fuck with ballers All this, half a mill, first week of August I aint even doin shows, Im just workin on the album Forty for the feature, I just payed my mamas 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 shit, the 80s chrome Alpinas White Beamer my son gon inherit this flow You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole [Chorus] I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin about I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin out I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin out Fuck what yall talkin about Young nigga, we Rich Gang Came up from that rich game Picture me rollin down Biscayne Black Double-R with your bitch, mane With that top off and that drop head Pull up on em, they drop dead Niggas talkin that bird shit 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 Well let them clips squeeze like dirt When it come to them dollars, nigga, why bother? These niggas dont want no problems Cause Ill kill all yall dead, put a price on your head Get your brain, I doubt it I be on that fly shit M-O-B that mob shit Boy, Im talkin G5 shit Fifty racks for that ride, shit That aint yours, thats my bitch You clocked out and I signed in We young niggas, we grindin We shinin like diamonds [Chorus] I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin about I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin out I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin out Fuck what yall talkin about Make them pop ten bottles like, "give me ten more" Im in the club passin weed to the bitches, like hit this shit Your stupid ass outside talkin bout get me in! Shouldve known I was a fool, when I moved When I pulled up in that Bentley Told yall I was gangster, still somethin like a pimp Dont say I didnt million-dollar flow Got a lot of dough, brand new clothes VIP for niggas like me Wish a motherfucker would touch that rope Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers Thugs, goons, beasts, guerillas Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas Jets, cribs, condos, villas Say that, then Goddamn right, bitch Ive been fly since way back when Thats right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, there Burnin up the track like a motherfuckin matchstick, You know thats him Tryna shine when you come around stars like us They do look dim Aint got your game tight, aint got your swag up Shame on them Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big Nigga, go to the gym For the love of my clique, we up in this bitch So sorry that your girls suckin my dick Throwin money in the air like Im sick of this shit [Chorus] I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin about I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about Fuck what yall talkin about I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin out I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin out Fuck what yall talkin about We be on our fly shit You see us right Fly shit Swag or die and we high Haha Rich Gang DJ Stevie J Stunna, salute