Lyrics:
Number Nine wit' the Prada, but lately I been fuckin' wit the Rick Owens
I just took yo hoe what you gon' do bout it?
Can't fuck wit' none of y'all,
hydraulics
I just walk in the bank all I do is deposit
I spent racks on some rick I'm addicted to shopping
I just took that lil top off the coupe ima drop it
grrah
They said that they spinning for me
But where is you at?
You know I'm outside with a whole lotta gat
I might be a rapper, but
You know I can't
came in with a grudge
And I ain't talkin' I'm dissin'
Ok fuck Rick Dawg
And I'll say it again
If it's Wicked Fuckin' Wrestling You gone die by the pin
fact this jam is def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said
Marni on me
Taking that walk, I might just spin the Benz
I got the sauce, I got the ability
Look how I talk just like the Billy B
I'm in a mall, I
rappin'
But know I ain't lackin'
Think I sold my soul by
The paper I'm havin'
But back to the rappin'
Got that lil' bitch gaggin'
My ex for a reason, that
the confetti?
I move with a saint around me like I'm Teddy
Diamonds froze on me, Cold Stone
Money moves, can't talk on the phone
When I'm by myself, I'm not alone
you thought I was, I'm Rick James, bitch!"
"Cocaine is a hell of a drug"
you thought I was, I'm Rick James, bitch!"
"Cocaine is a hell of a drug"
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
I lace my ricks
I spark my joint and i look to the sky
I shake my head, I look back down and now i'm wondering why
Like why these niggas fake
Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens, this sauce here from Vegas (sauce)
Off this Tussin and this Quagen, couldn't play for the Lakers (ayy, I'm gettin'
grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When
Loaded filthy
Strolling the holy city I see money
Errwhere
I'm on move, I'm going to get it
Got It on me and it's in me
Rick Flare
Big Stepper can
with the drip it got slippery splash)
I was made by the mess (Check at the combos they stitched up like that)
Robot I’m programmed by God but I'm made
rocking the Ricks and ALYX
Can't put my trust into nobody cus all you could be my enemies
Might fuck around and start some beef so we can be on TMZ
Like I'm
I keep enemies on me like we in Rez Fuck it, I don't need no rest
Should've taken less, aim it at the head I'm going to die by respect , money
New cooling kit, New freaky bitch
Sipping on wock while I'm gripping the stick
Fear Of God leather with Rick Owen kicks
Kick that bitch out if she
like exhaust
I'm on my grind tony hawk
pockets fat but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
I can't love no thot no more
In love
You heatin' up Lavish
You know you got me deep in love
I'm so in love
In love
Love with you
You know you got me deep in love
Oh I'm so deep in
bitch always tryna take trips, feeling like she's rick and I'm Morty
Had a few drinks and I said a few things
Now this tings just moving all naughty
very little patience
All the bitches different by the car load,
You may wanna get a different auto,
Deep down ya main chick even wanna come,
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
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