text: Turn Up Team
  Rich Friday, Hendrix
  You feel me
  Every thing lead back to that money
  Free bands, yeah
  Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
  You get a ring, so they dont visit your door
  I got like 20 Gs on me
  Designer from my head to the floor
  These niggas aint seeing me
  These niggas think they wanna be me
  But they know that they cant
  I got worldwide streets status
  Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
  Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas
  And Im down for my niggas
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Rich Friday
  What what, shout out to all my niggas killin it
  Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin it
  Flyest nigga on the earth I live in the shook
  Top a nigga off and go get you some Giuseppes
  These young niggas that ride with me they scream murder
  The feds stash that nigga up and he out, dog, he working
  That yola all in my bloodline
  Still give me that money
  They come through and they bang, bang
  On you like the screen 300
  Codeine all in my stomach, big face, that Rollie
  Eating on that good Jamaican with a nigga twistin that Dodie
  Sa pa my zoes, riding around with them Yoppas
  Nigga claiming they got shooters but they shooters ain’t got bodies
  Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
  You get a ring, so they dont visit your door
  I got like 20 Gs on me
  Designer from my head to the floor
  These niggas aint seeing me
  These niggas think they wanna be me
  But they know that they cant
  I got worldwide streets status
  Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
  Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas
  And Im down for my niggas
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Rich Friday
  Whoa, whoa, whoa
  Shout out to them bitches trying to be me
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Bitch Im poppin bottles, Dream of Jeannie
  Flyest bitch on the planet, live in a castle
  Niggas love me, my little waist, my ass colossal
  These old bitches, I fuck with get money
  That Atlanta, that Texas, that Alabama, Montgomery
  He aint fuckin no dummy
  Bitches be fuckin to get that money
  They pack, packin that gunny
  Nigga you talk shit and get done-y
  I tiger dial that Rollie
  Got that Angelina, that Jolie
  Im plain Jane and no ice in it
  So aint no need, for that goldie
  My jet prolly say Boeing
  Bitches be broke, claimin they hoeing
  This jacket here cost ten thousand
  That tag on it say Balmain
  Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
  You get a ring, so they dont visit your door
  I got like 20 Gs on me
  Designer from my head to the floor
  These niggas aint seeing me
  These niggas think they wanna be me
  But they know that they cant
  I got worldwide streets status
  Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
  Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas
  And Im down for my niggas
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Rich Friday
  40 grand for the sky dweller
  Four grand on the Margielas
  44, Im a pawn fella
  Bad bitches, four at a time nigga
  Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and smoke
  Fuck my lady, kiss my babies, Daddy gotta go
  Semi-automatic, ready for the show
  Clique full of killers, thats my band, we all rock and roll
  Drum roll for these niggas please
  We shopping for bodies, killing sprees
  We be in the club spending niggas rent
  We be buying cars that these niggas rent
  Fuck niggas couldnt see me if I had no tint
  Superman that hoe, Clark Kent
  You talk shit but dont do shit
  Im always on some new shit
  Got your bitch 
  Them feds trackin my movement
  Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
  You get a ring, so they dont visit your door
  I got like 20 Gs on me
  Designer from my head to the floor
  These niggas aint seeing me
  These niggas think they wanna be me
  But they know that they cant
  I got worldwide streets status
  Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
  Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas
  And Im down for my niggas
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Rich Friday
  Its Friday, its Friday
  Two million dollars in that driveway
  I need more money A$AP Rocky
  Street sweeper, get the floor moppin
  I done started with a bank roll
  Whippin salt harder than tank door
  Smoking killer, I am with a killer
  Pull up to the dealer looking like a dealer
  In the drop top strapped, worth 50 bag
  Now he off the wall, million coffee pack
  Ive seen dreams turned to 25 to life
  Mike had 25 a night
  And them shoes Alejandro
  Shawtie bust it open for a hundo
  Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
  You get a ring, so they dont visit your door
  I got like 20 Gs on me
  Designer from my head to the floor
  These niggas aint seeing me
  These niggas think they wanna be me
  But they know that they cant
  I got worldwide streets status
  Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
  Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas
  And Im down for my niggas
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Rich Friday
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Rich Friday