[Intro]
Yeah, Rico! Rico! Oh my god
[Verse 1]
Whenever I don’t get my way, b**h, I get real belligerent
Have a pot to piss in, and now I’m pissing on ‘em and they sick
I need a doctor visit, tell me doctor, am I really sick?
He said I’m showing characteristics of being a snobby b**h
I’m a poppin’ b**h, and I know it ain’t hard for you to see
I used to watch TV and now I’m the b**h you watching on TV
I pray to god my thousands can turn into some millions
And to some billions, that’s just my everyday feeling
They keep asking how I’m feeling, but sh**, how would you feel?
Whenever everybody else is hungry and you serving the meals
I’m gripping the wheel, I’m praying that I don’t get a ticket
Even if you moving fast, the chance could still come and you’ll miss it
Apply it and risking, cause everyday ain’t promised a visit
How you expect to learn anything when you talk more then listen?
No bum would’ve bitten, they keep sending shots but they missing
I invite b**hes to my hotel room, and I got ‘em kissing
Getting money, objective of all of my daily missions
Everybody got a problem with me, but I just don’t get it
I can’t even go nowhere no more, cause they want a picture
If money made of lemonade, then I need me a pitcher
Smoking on some gold papers, b**h it shouts when you hit it
You can’t get me out my character, cause I’m ‘bout my business
I’m with a white b**h, she still want sh** then body [?]
They don’t like to hear the moves I make, cause they’re stuck in a pivot
They took the sauce and yeah I want it back, does that make me stingy?
Call me weird cause I don’t like none of these other b**hes
They can’t stand to see me winning turns, when they see my picture
I already know I’m realer, and you don’t even know the difference
All my sh** original and I don’t ever need a witness
I’m talking money, you say what you say, cause you can’t comprehend it
Listen to Aretha Franklin, the mental some benjamins
I mixed the molly with the Percocets, sound like an even plan
b**hes wanna swag surf, cause they see I set trends
Rico what that bag worth? b**h you better not ask again
Getting on my damn nerves, I might swerve in the Benz
b**hes act like birds in the coupe I be in
Better snatch your girl when the truths walking in
So much smoke in the air, did they shoot up in here?
I got purple and I got that sh** with fuzzy orange hair
For every b**h I see, and I put on in the air