[Produced by J Staffz] [Chorus: x2] Officer rickyyy Officer rickyyy Officer rickyyy Yeaaa [Verse:] Yeah I never had drama with the cops But I Larry Davis Rick Ross a** with the Glock Your life is fabricated, what bricks you moving Homie ask e-cla** I'm known for shooting I just spoke to Sha Money, Sha spoke to Makazo n***as f** with Rick Ross, hell no he po po He the next Ja Rule, and Khaled be hating Remember last time p**y at the radio station You f** boy peons, your swaggering odion That mMybach 57 is looking like a neon You youtube gangsta, ho a** n***a I call in castalaneu, shells in you abdominal And I hear that Haitian n***a on your track But I just got of the jack, with Haitian Jack I got the mak, Miami is the 2 2 3 You lose a body part n***a f**ing with me [Chorus x2] [Verse:] My clothes got the carriage and the horse on it Hermes I look like a boss in it Sex, d**, money and them fed boys The Porsche performing like Ron on steroids You got Def Jam lookin like the ford building A c.o, talking bout drug dealing A lil Londons on that potty n***a I'm going hard tryna see that Bugatti dealer I got that automatic shotty n***a I catch a body n***a My lawyer got me in cobo with a hottie n***a And me and Fif is like Jordan and Scotty n***a Yea I'm on the streets, you the police That 57 don't even got plane seats I thought jay taught you, that's your big homie Get the 62, step it up dummy Dumb motherf**er, you ain't even got plane seats Spent all that money on that 57 n***a Don't fool the public n***a 62 is for a boss Ask Jay n***a, ask your boss Jay-z n***a [Chorus]