CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Young Rich Wannabe Dropout

Aw, that means you don't like it, huh
Da-nana-nana-nana na, hah, ayy, hah, yuh

I'ma have the bag on lockdown
I don't play guitar but when I'm on the stage, I rock out
Me and all my homies hella hot now
Life of a young rich wannabe dropout

What you do for fun son? What is your purpose? (La-da-da)
Questions like that, they make me nervous
Don't know no one else this damn determined
I'ma be on top and that's for certain
Count up my bag (Ching)
You could do the math (Could do the math)
I'm popping tags, mhm
Skrt off in a jag (Skrt, skrt)
I don't wanna wait for it, nah, b*t*h I need it fast
You could take that fake sh*t with you, leave it in the past

Don't lie babe, you like it
You get so excited
When I come 'round for you
But right now it's me, I gotta do