[Intro]
[Verse 1: Ricky Rude]
I'm on my way, yeah, to getting my dough up now
I got this chick from Uptown doing the up-down
And when I touch down, you better duck down
Cause when I clap clap, there's no clap back
And f** Jordan's man, and f** snapbacks
I wear boots man, and drive cla**ics
I'mma cla** act, b**h pa** that
I'mma do my numbers: NASDAQ
I attack tracks, smoke outta gas masks
And if I crash that, I'll just laugh black
Where the cash at? You better tap Mac
Or get opened up like a f**ing hatchback
And that's an exact fact
[Verse 2: Ricky Rude]
I'm too high for f**-tion so I'm getting suction
At a public function I'll be smashing like Pumpkins
So for now, just keep s**ing it, just don't bite down
I'm f**ing the b**h - a** up, face down
I'm juggling six girlfriends right now
I'm smuggling six piff pounds right now
Going to the top, they're like "quick, Rick, get down"
I'm like k** yourself, here's a shovel, dig down
Cause motherf**er I stay around people with good news
And motherf**er I stay in places with good views
I'm just a good dude, you caught me in a good mood
I am so Jersey, I am so rude
Now that might be an oxy-f**ing-moron
But we grew up selling the Oxys to morons
So of course things are good and all appreciated
b**h we made it
Only way to fight fear is to face it
No guts, no glory, that's just my story
I would say hi hater, But I'm too high hater
I'll be in Dubai later, with all my paper
With no f**ing neighbors
I'll see you f**ers later