I might throw these ricks on like I'm Ross I might throw these ricks on like I'm Ross
Hell nah, I can't do no deals up on this drink Pay what it costs, and I know that I'm that nigga
This * in me, ain't my fault And this engine V8, hit the gas, get lost
Her duds off, and she lick me like I'm Weezy And I put on like I'm Jesus
Syrup in my double cup, two million up, I feel like peasy
If you ain't catch me on camera, then I wonder like I'm Steve
I'll fry him like some oil, do him dirty, leave him greasy
Ayy, keep a K like croak, masked up like it's October
She kissin' us, I'm like a squirt, eat my white * like it's yolk
You go low, I'm goin' low, we just *, but I don't know
Don't cut grass, but keep it blowin', in your city, I don't tour
Ayy, up in the mornin', they say early bird gon' get the bread
I trapped at my mama house, I hit them bows up in the shed
I hang with some dropouts, they put logo done
Like specials, they put logo done
And what's overstood ain't gotta be explained, I already said
Ayy, ayy, I might throw these ricks on like I'm Ross
Hell nah, I can't do no deals up on this drink, pay what it costs
And I know that I'm that nigga, this * ain't me, ain't my fault
In this engine, V8, hit the gas, get lost, her duds off
Ayy, yo, what are you lookin' at?
Asla Joe, where that fully at?
Ayy, and I'm a lion in the jungle, niggas pussycat
Ayy, remember countin' dollars, now I'm countin' stupid racks
Ayy, and when I'm hittin' it from the back, her ass stupid fat
Ayy, got dog * on me, but I smell like *
Like Saint Laurent, and that * you smokin' though
But this *, I'm smokin' runs
Need some bad * like I spice, eat me up, her * a munch
I don't know how much money I brought with me, just grabbed a bunch
Ayy, ayy, designer head to toe
I'm with your ho, she tryna lick me from my head to toe
I told her no, still turn me up, she gave me head and mo
Ain't blank up on no mission, I was never scared to go
These niggas gay, they scared of hoes
Ayy, I might throw these ricks on like I'm Ross
Hell nah, I can't do no deals up on this drink, pay what it costs
And I know that I'm that nigga
This * in me, ain't my fault
And this NGVA hit the gas, get lost, her duds out
Ayy, ayy, I might throw these ricks on like I'm
and I'm money, you know
Lord, okay
Fine, fine, fine
We'll see you next time.