(Intro – Rick Ross)
This the fliest s**t ever
This that rich forever part 2
Uh, uh

(Verse 1 – Rick Ross)
Laying in my bed, I’m under these gold chandeliers
Can’t say too many names in here these kinda years
Night sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist
Ice cube looking ni**a, you know life a bi**h
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
I said I was the boss, nobody made a sound
Really had to see them things, this level story telling
Who else could flip a chorus into 40 million
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
8 felonies, telling me wanna give me life
Every nut I bust really, gotta do it twice
Ricky Ronaldo, really when I’m in Portugal
I pull a yacht out this weekend, I’m f**king so and so
Cameras flash, paparazzi laying in the grass
Tom Brady my new nig but you can tell em that

(Chorus – Ty Dolla $ig)
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her ni**a don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sipping this right now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
Girl, you never meet another ni**a like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

(Verse 2 – Rick Ross)
I’m sexing women, I don’t fish her out
I gas her up and let her lick me down
I may name my daughter Hermes
Get my jeweler to decorate the new birds nest
20 million up in Merrill Lynch
I met his chick, he haven’t seen her since
Through the city, I’m still floating like a magic carpet
She stop me for a selfie, I just want the knowledge
It’s special once you thinking send your kids to college
Or be a geechi ni**a just to keep the Bentley polished
Do it for the dear departed, f**k up Ben Carson
And…you made a ni**a a target
Only one that’s smoking up in Goldman Sachs
When I’m the only one that’s rolling like a quarter back
And I never put it in my government
Cause I never put on for the government

(Chorus – Ty Dolla $ign)
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her ni**a don’t like me
With your bi**h right now, yeah, I might be
Sipping this Sprite now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
Cause you never meet another ni**a like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

(Verse 3 – Rick Ross)
You caught the case, you gotta post a bond
I’m rathful lemon mixed with young Wale, Folarin
Staring in my safe, I’m rather safe than sorry
Diddy, Jigga, only two ni**as coming for me
I park the caddy in my living room
Pu**y ni**as looking for me, I’ma give it to him
Santorini, Greece, sex in the swimming pool
If her pu**y dry, call her beetle juice
I’m baby making in the Malvides
Put up all the yachts, pulled out the jet skis
Khaled hit me on the FaceTime
I’m the fliest ni**a on his bassline
She see the sneakers and she see the stones
Fat boy run the city, seated in the throne
I’m cashing in like the Kardashians
My paralysed homie snuck a ratchet in

(Chorus – Ty Dolla $ign)
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her ni**a don’t like me
With your bi**h right now, yeah, I might be
Sipping this Sprite now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
Cause you never meet another ni**a like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me