They say RickyRick on the way to the paper route
Bitch, I'm getting racks, never seen me a drought
He try to rob me, I whip out, I show what I'm bout
G19 with a 30-leg, this bitch ain't stout
Uh, my bitch too bad, she be poutin
Too many racks, I might need an accountant
She on her knees, tryna catch her a fountain
He ain't talkin' bout racks, I don't like how he sounding
I check on them racks every mornin, I wake up
I'm gettin' fat, I been gettin' my cake up
My girl get compliments, ain't wearin' no makeup
Glock won't jam, if it do, then I'm pickin' that Drac up
I spent some racks on these guns, I won't tuss
Clutchin' my shit in the store, niggas keep actin' sus
Bitch, I'm in the Hemi, I said f*ck the bus
Antwan tryna crash out, I said f*ck it bust
Broke-ass nigga, keep wearin' the same clothes
Put the beam on his ass and he doin' the same pose
I'm stayin' down, I can't crash for no hoe
Put them racks up, lil' niggas stop flashin' ya dough
Uh
Four in the mornin, I'm racin
Uh, won't spend no money, she basic
Uh, that bitch she drunk, think I'm chasin
I can see racks from a mile away, don't need no lasik
They say RickyRick on the way to the paper route
Bitch, I'm getting racks, never seen me a drought
He try to rob me, I whip out, I show what I'm bout
G19 with a 30-leg, this bitch ain't stout
Uh, my bitch too bad, she be poutin
Too many racks, I might need an accountant
She on her knees, tryna catch her a fountain
He ain't talkin' bout racks, I don't like how he sounding