Bishop Rice lyrics

[Verse 1]
I whip a funky mix, you say I'm serving base
Pushin' cake, I count a hundred racks or better
Finest leathers on display
I do this sh*t with ease, I keep it P, you n*ggas play
Ain't got no dough, still living with your b*tch
What a disgrace
Your father should've bust you on your momma face
These n*ggas life be like a treadmill, they just run in place
This that new Rice that get you right, I got exquisite taste
These struggle rappers, they be hoardin', waste of f*ckin' space
Your wife, I f*ck her face
Your life's a f*ckin' waste
Need I remind you, I'm big timing in these f*ckin' states
Need I rem- Hold on, hold on (Never can say goodbye)
(Let the n*gga Mike Jack sing to 'em real quick
Bring it back on these n*ggas)
I got designer on my mind, you n*ggas' talk is cheap
I'm on an island, on recliners, staying sucka free
My b*tch a dime, she rockin' diamonds, ain't no touching me
(You already know what it is, I'm a non-contact sport n*gga Thousand dollar minks on
You n*ggas will never feel sh*t like this in your life, you dig
In your motherf*cking life)

[Outro]
Aye go to work, aye go to work
Aye go to work, well I'ma need that
Aye go to work, aye go to work
Aye go to work, well I'ma need that
Aye go to work, aye go to work
Aye go to work, well I'ma need that
Aye go to work, aye go to work
Aye go to work, well I'ma need that