Lyrics:
Well, I woke up this mornin'
Looked outdoors
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by the way she lows
If you see my milk cow
Please drive her on home
I
trick'n off
Bought myself a hundred choppers I call it getting off
Took that bitch to cal mall I call it getting by
I only spent a couple hundred she
pitch dark
Yeah, this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part
Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin'
I'm beatin' niggas by
the next day
When I know she's gonna be wit him, so hallelujah, praise God King
[samples]
[Slick Rick]
Checked it out, even candle light I figured out
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me,
It's at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can
the store
I crush down with that top down, bossy how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford, papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it
the flows I can
erase, I think I made neat goggles all my bottles sparkle
I'm the only one she obey cus it's only one Rick Ross
[Chorus:]
Woke up this
hoe
I'm red leather, this cocaine I'm Rick James hoe
Bitch I'm Rick James if you want you can get it
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
the store
I crush down with that top down, bossy how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford, papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it
stomp on that forty eight eight, hit the gas
Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I
they swallow everywhere (Yeah)
She came to party like it's 19-99
If she died on my dick
She would live through my rhymes
[Chorus]
For all my
She's a gangsta
You know she would
Try to hide it by looking good
Roll behind you're back she could and stood a female
Hood
She's the pretty in
Whole lotta sticks in this bitch, I ain't playin'
Springfield Hellcat take out his mans
Don't run up on me got the stick in my hand, uh
Baby I got 2
came in
He said, "Hey Rick, don't you know playin' with these snakes is a sin?"
He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me right out the store
He said,
have you (she can't either)"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but
She gave chase, she caught up
Ay, I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me,
came in
He said, "Hey Rick, don't you know playin' with these snakes is a sin?"
He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me right out the store
He said,
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
but I'm talkin' bout that Springfield
Blowing cash in Paris when I touchdown coppin' YSL
Making plays like a quarterback, I'm really in the field
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (sho')
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)
Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
Bitch
Ouuh
The way she talk its so sassy
You could tell by how she walk that she nasty
Dam I'm so use to kickin niggas out like pam
Hit it from the back wham
Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was
said boy she surely sleepin wit a lot of different niggas
In position as he coach this, doin the mood by the 'proach this
And when the bitch she clean
.jpg/240px-Rick_Springfield_5-09-2014_-7_(14150002904).jpg "Rick Springfield")
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