And I'm just chillin' on some villain-ry shit Riddle me this, how many pistols does it take
To get rich
Balling my fist cause I'm about to throw a fit in this bitch
Start wildin' cause I want all the shit that they get
One is the money and a life when it's thick
Might want a foreign fit and ankles that show
When I sit
Might ball with no assists, I assist if you froggy get kicked
I'm Joaquim, know her when it come to my rose
She a flower mist, don't power trip, she always come back to sit
Right by my side or right on top with the occasion intends
She an eleven out of cases of tens, she a spin like some sugared up kids
Could break a tear like I was red eyed drop in a Viz
So ARSNC
And I'm just chillin' on some villain-ry shit
Riddle me this, how many pistols does it take to get rich
Balling my fits cause I'm about to throw a fit in this bitch
Start wildin' cause I want all the shit that they get
Said I want, said I want all the shit that they get
And I'm just chillin' on some villain-ry shit
Cause I want all the shit that they get
Said I want all the shit that they get
Not some, I want all the shit that they get
All the shit that they get
And I'm just chillin' on some villain-ry shit
Cause I want, all the shit that they get
So ARSNC and I'm just
Yeah, y-y-yeah