conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Fly Rich with the following description: “Fly Rich” is a posse cut dedicated to the artist’s love for high end fashion and expensive material possessions. On the first single to their compilation album, Rich Gang enlists the help of some of rap’s biggest superstars, Future, Tyga, Meek Mill to boast about their exorbitant wealth. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  We gon’ get to it, nigga
  By any means necessary
  We were born like this
  [Chorus: Future]
  I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
  I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  [Verse 1: Tyga]
  Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm
  Black Double-R, back the fuck off
  Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft
  Wet pussy turn me on, money keep me hard
  King shit, Versace tiles, I ain’t dryin’ off
  Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldn’t walk on
  Jesus walked on water, so I’mma walk on charters
  Private jets, baguettes, only fuck with ballers
  All this, half a mill, first week of August
  I ain’t even doin’ shows, I’m just workin’ on the album
  Forty for the feature, I just payed my mama’s Visa
  You in the club breathin’, neck to neck, you niggas Beavis
  She give me butt, head
  get brain like a genius
  I got that dope shit, the 80s chrome Alpinas
  White Beamer – my son gon’ inherit this flow
  You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole [Chorus: Future]
  I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
  I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  Young nigga, 
  we Rich Gang
  Came up from that rich game
  Picture me rollin’ down Biscayne
  Black Double-R with your bitch, mane
  With that top off and that drop head
  Pull up on ‘em, they drop dead
  Niggas talkin’ that bird shit
  When them birds came, they was not dead
  And I was out there with that work
  From the 15th to the 1st
  My clique mean and they merk
  We’ll let them clips squeeze like dirt
  When it come to them dollars, nigga, why bother?
  These niggas don’t want no problems
  ‘Cause I’ll kill all y’all dead, put a price on your head
  Get your brain, I doubt it
  I be on that fly shit – M-O-B that mob shit
  Boy, I’m talkin’ G5 shit
  Fifty racks for that ride, shit
  That ain’t yours, that’s my bitch
  You clocked out and I signed in
  We young niggas, we grindin’
  We shinin’ like diamonds [Chorus: Future]
  I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
  I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  [Verse 3: Mystikal]
  Make them pop ten bottles like, "give me ten more"
  I’m in the club passin’ weed to the bitches, like “hit this shit”
  Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”
  Should’ve known I was a fool, when I moved
  When I pulled up in that Bentley
  Told y’all I was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp
  Don’t say I didn’t – million-dollar flow
  Got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
  VIP for niggas like me
  Wish a motherfucker would touch that rope
  Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers
  Thugs, goons, beasts, guerillas
  Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas
  Jets, cribs, condos, villas
  Say that, then… (hold up)
  Goddamn right, bitch I’ve been fly since way back when
  That’s right, I am YMCM
  , Grave Street, play that, there
  Burnin’ up the track like a motherfuckin’ matchstick
  You know that’s him
  Tryna shine when you come around stars like us
  They do look dim
  Ain’t got your game tight, ain’t got your swag up
  Shame on them
  Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big
  Nigga, go to the gym
  For the love of my clique, we up in this bitch
  So sorry that your girl’s suckin’ my dick
  Throwin’ money in the air like I’m sick of this shit [Chorus: Future]
  I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
  I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
  I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
  Fuck what y’all talkin’ about