[Verse 1 Bren Joy]
(Ay, just a little rich, yeah)
Uh, I hope I don’t get so rich I forget my friends
But maybe just a little bit
So I could buy an electric Benz or two
I hope I don’t think love is cheap
If I ever cop a mansion and start fucking on Egyptian cotton sheets
(Oof, damn)
I just wanna be a lil rich, uh
I just wanna be a lil rich
Just a little

[Verse 2 Bren Joy]
I hope I don’t blow up so big I lose myself
But maybe just enough to put some Grammys on the shelf
And if I hit the lot, but then I forgot, to call up my mom’s
I’d have to burn all my guap
I just wanna be a lil rich
Just a lil bit
(Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh)
I just wanna be a lil rich cause the truth is

I’d be liar, I’d be liar
If I said I didn’t like Italian shoes (Gucci, Gucci!)
But I’d be a liar, oh, I’d be a liar
If I said a neck full of chains wouldn’t feel just like a noose
Sometimes Cuban links can't fix the blues
Then again get a diamond in my tooth
Would look pretty cool to me
I guess I’m gonna have to see
[Verse 3 Mae Muller]
I just wanna be lil rich
But this shit is proving rather than difficult, yeah
How long will it take to allow me luxury?
Trade these B cups in for some big double D’s
I wanna Porshe yeah, a white one
But I don’t even have my license
Wine and dine, I wanna take what’s mine
But its Taking time and I’m tired
Can't do it on my own, not now, forever
How ‘bout we get a lil rich together?

[Ending Mae Muller & Bren Joy]
I just wanna be lil rich (I just wanna be a lil rich, oh, just)
I just wanna be a lil rich
I just wanna be, I just wanna be
I just wanna be a lil rich, just a lil bit
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh
I just wanna be a lil rich