Lyrics:

(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
(Six chill, fool, for real, for real)

Yeah, look, uh, uh
We went from rags to riches, uh
Project fences, to livin' luxury
Now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom nobody gave nothing to me
Be careful while fuckin' with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it they cuttin' for me
Yeah, they gon' cut ya for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters, then cut ya for free

Say she in love with me
But save your love, I just want your company
I fall in the glove for free
I give out daps and them hugs but no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh
This type of shit is what make a hater

When ya got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no fuck, yeah
Don't give no fuck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We getting that money, yeah

Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?) (Damn)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches
To riches (damn)

yeah, yeah, yeah
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (Six chill, fool, for real, for real)
Rags to riches
Wanna hear me say-
I don't wanna hear me say-
Damn, ooh