Shamann Cooke - She on My Dick lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Who at the door? Put the money up I'ma been done kilt one of these n***as 'round here, man Who dat is? Uhhhhh [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats (huh) Pork n' bean projects is where the k**ers be (woo) Can't be talkin' all loud or n***as gettin' shot Homicide, died in the line of hip hop All my n***as out the scott snagged the quick slop (huh) Swear to God, I'ma die for this wristwatch Growin' up at risco, they called us piss poor Realest n***a in the city, let a b**h know (woo) Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice (huh) Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm Big Mike (huh) Jabar home, goin' on his fifth Rolls Royce I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys (woo) Fake golds, n***as front with these dracos (f** 'em) Walk up on 'em with the forty and the case closed (woo) Double M the label with the most pesos (woo) I bought a condo and that b**h got eight floors (woo) [Hook: Rick Ross] She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) Richest n***a in the city so she on my dick (boss, woo) It make sense, she on my dick (woo) Makin' moves in the city so she on my dick She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) I'm makin' moves, she on my dick [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I get a rush when I see these b**hes watchin' me It's like a high when I see these b**hes jockin' me She on my dick like she heard what I'm orderin' Drop top Mulsanne, it's just one of these She on my dick like she seen some' she shouldn't've seen Two hundred thou', one hundred's crammed in my Givenchy jeans And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team And I just wanna paint her face like it's Maybelline Bill Belichick, I just got another ring Bust another check and I just bought a new machine And like the Chargers I'm about to move the team You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin' [Hook: Rick Ross] She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) She on my dick, she on my dick (boss, woo) She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) Richest n***a in the city, she on my dick She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) She see my moves, she on my dick (woo) The richest n***a, yeah, she on my dick [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang (huh) Ever dealt with a n***a still dealin' c**aine? (huh) Never made it to the game before it's halftime (no) Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine (haha) Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes (woo) Pop a bottle every time you n***as flatline (bang) Lot of b**hes but I focus on my Fab Five (uh) Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride (woo) b**h hair nappy girl, you need that rich sh** (huh) It take real heart to wanna be a rich b**h She was the youngest and her mama had six kids Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich b**h (haha) Run with a n***a with some money out in Memphis (I see) She was postin' pics of the gifts that he would gift her (I see) But the p**y goes to the richest n***a (I see) And guess what? Rozay is that n***a! [Hook: Rick Ross] She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) She on my dick, she on my dick (boss, woo) She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) Richest n***a in the city, she on my dick She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) She on my dick, she on my dick (woo) She see my moves, she on my dick (woo) The richest n***a, yeah, she on my dick Whoo! Whooo!