Gold on the wrist, let it drip when I step,

Ross on the verse, Dream on the check.

C-notes rain like a monsoon night,

Pop another cork, we ain’t countin’ right.

Biggest in the game, still I hustle for more,

Maybach hummin’ while the city adore.

Moonlight shimmer on the hood of the Lamb,

Every time we touch it, do the money dance.

Never gonna smoke that blunt, never gonna pop that pill,

Never gonna ghost my dogs just to chase a fake thrill.

I’ma Rick Roll the pain, let the 808 heal,

Never gonna sell my soul—bitch, that’s the real deal.

Middle finger to the algorithm feeding me lies,

I’m a glitch in your matrix, 4K in your eyes.

Hit “skip” if you want, but I’m stuck on repeat,

Rick Rollin’ the devil while I’m stompin’ the beat.