[First Verse]
Pull up with that gold on me
Got them notes at ya' head like Do Re Mi
Got a problem, solve it like ya' mathematics
The Etta James on my side if he catch heat
I'ma win n*gga, you in the bin n*gga
You say you getting money, and I'm like when n*gga
Spent your money on some spig, f*ckin' with that fake sh*t
I'm bakin, I'm coolin in the cut with a B and it's bakin
Stayed with 2 jobs, so I can be up on my feet
I swear to God, they could never get the best of me
Pretty Ricky, not the singing group
But I'll still whip that piece
Hit him with that tool like a plumber, n*gga
What's wrong with n*ggas?
Yeah, I'm slumped on n*ggas
You headed for the bottom, I'm headed for them charts
Told D I'm bout' my money like a banker
If you second guess it, then you suck like now and laters n*gga
[2nd verse]
He want war, n*ggas been on that
Send in your applications, you can call on that
Lil' n*gga talkin down, cause' he know I'm that
Flow like Ice, yeah it's a blizzard when I spit
She say "Ricky you the sh*t," I said "Well I wonder why"
These rappers is so regular
No chicken, but he's fried
He coming for my money, I'm coming for his life
And if they rat me out, I'm going out like Tony
Way before them disses
You we're trying to get to know me
Yeah, I declined your record
That's why n*ggas actin' boujee
You can't afford a shoot
We got mags tryin' to blow me
Pick a lick quick, got my n*ggas never lonely