[Produced By Hit-Boy]
[Verse 1 – Rich Boy]
This ain’t nothing, I ain’t stunting till I hit the bu*ton
Rich [?] when the blue river diamonds flooding
Riding by the ocean just for promotion
Top back, white laundry [?] doors open
Groupies looking froze, should’ve left the freezer closed
Her breast and thighs looking hotter than some wings at Burger Joe’s
Now take a pose, got the Lambo with the cameras flashing
Yellow bird flying [?] with the [?] flapping
[Bridge – Rich Boy]
Convertible status, 20 carats, no f**ing salad
I’m coming back from Cali with white b**h up on the pallet
I’m in my city drop topping, and got my trunk knocking
I made a profit from nothing, my b**h’s p**y popping
[Hook – Rich Boy]
I’m riding in my city with the top down
While I’m yelling out the window, this is my town
808 bumping down the block, I let it knock down
I got your girl riding with me cause I’m hot now
You see me riding in my city, I’m riding in my city
I’m riding in my city, I’m riding in my city
I’m riding in my city with the top down
And I got your girl riding with me with her top down
First I tell her take off your shirt, then take off your bra
Then take off your skirt, now take off your thong
I’m a dog and she know it, money I’ll blow it
My doors [?] open, now can you see me rolling?
[Verse 2 – Game]
I’m something like an animal, gorilla slash cannibal
Riding with the cannon, I’ll put something in your cantaloupe
And this sh** cla**ic, yeah, something like a can of coke
[?] came and got me cause he knew I was the antidote
If you thought Eminem was dope, meet the man from Interscope
That opened up the Phantom door, pull out a chopper and a scope
Bullets like the [?], red bandana tote
More P’s than Mississippi, even David Banner know
I got an Alabama ho, co*k back the hammer slow
She just left Compton, now she sliding down Atlanta poles
Met a chick from the Lou’, that’s my country grammar ho
Sing like Nelly and she blow like Barry Manilow
Riding through my city wearing more red than Santa Claus
My life a movie, I am legend, red drop and a dog
Trunk vibrating like a playstation an*log
Flying through Compton like Serena William’s tennis balls
[Hook]
[Verse 3 – Rich Boy]
I’m in my transportation, roller skating
Swanging and navigating
Twenty foot ceilings in my crib, [?] draping
Two b**hes in my bed, get the camera cause we taping
Too many women, I don’t f**ing see this money I’m making
Baking soda by the [?] I’m cooking, mix and whip it
[?] like syrup dripping, call Willie [?] flipping
Pimping, I ain’t tripping bout you b**h, run your mouth
Cause you gon see me with your friend and my top off
[Bridge + Hook]