Code of tha Streets - BH, Lil Baby

Got rich in these motherfuckin' streets

I’m countin' up mills, smokin' gas, sippin' lean

I spend a mill on gas, sippin' lean

All these money roll, my tank still on E

I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)

I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)

I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)

I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)

Pull that thirty up, go and get that nigga, ooh

I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Hood nigga)

And I still be in the trenches pourin' syrup with the real ones

I’m a livin' legend, that’s a big one (That's a big one)

I pay cash for all my cars, man, that card, no shit, a headache

Bustin' hundreds out the wrapper, hit your nose, you get a headache

I was really sendin' packs from West Coast to Westend

I’m a young nigga, I’m super turnt, I don’t want no fuckin' Maybach

You got problems with us?

You want smoke?

Speak up, you need to say that

When they shoot out, we scream murder

When it land, I say payday

Hundred rounds in the drum

If I say it, they gon' spray that

And I still got hood habits, but I’m rich now (Rich now)

And don’t ever get it twisted, we can get down (Get down)

I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga

I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga

I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)

I’m rich, but I’m still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)

Pull that thirty up, go and get that nigga, ooh