Rick James

Lyrics

[Intro: 44 OakBoy] Yeah (How much money is this? Bitch, you better pay the fee bih', the fuck?) Yeah [Verse 1: 44 OakBoy] Stackin' them racks, I'm on pace I'm in my bag like a sack race Hit from the back, make her back ache Flippin' them packs like a pancake Full of that drank, I can't walk straight Lil' mama like bitches, she not straight Make me pull out that Glock, buss your shit like a grape I'm in the trap like every day Get to that money in every way So many bitches, I feel like Rick James Extended the clip, so I don't gotta aim Ain't never had shit until nigga started slangin' Been ran up them racks, boy, what is you sayin'? Get to them hunnids, we stack 'em and save 'em Covered in ice, I feel like a glacier [Verse 2: Bando Supreme] Take that bitch, then we gotta break up Fuck that ho right up out of the make-up She like Charles Angels, bussin' from every angle I'll serve a pack to a stranger, I don't really give a fuck what you payin' Stack up the money and take a few L's, that shit was apart of the plan Got a few niggas I roll with tight like brothers, we just like a clan Just got a new stick, it came with a drum, it shoot right on the command Diamonds hazard, treat 'em like my throw away I wrap a pack, it's gon' touchdown just like I'm Tom Brady Beat up the pack, then bob and weave New car came no keys Flexin' my muscle with ease Top down, blowin' my trees Nobody bother me Number (N)ine on my jeans like a robbery Money come back clean like it's Listerine [Verse 3: IceBirds] Ayy, ran up a hunnid on pace Need that money, can't wait Had to put the ice on my wrist, skate Fuckin' on that bitch, I ain't never been a cake Ayy, no, I can't take her on a date If it ain't about money and I might just flake My whip too clean and I ain't talkin' no sleigh Came with the Mac' 'cause I can't fit the Drac' This bitch is a bop, she wanna stand near me You know I'm a star, they see me appearing Pull out the chopper, you know you gon' fear me Disrespect gang, he know that he dead meat I'm with the gang, nothin' you can tell me Roll up the gas, it got it smellin' Talkin' 'bout a bag, hit my celly Free the guys up out the celly Peanut butter breathe, we know jelly Ballin' on niggas, rollin' jelly Sippin' drank, eyes real heavy Ben Frank, that's my bestie Spinnin' your block, we gon' hang out the window We got the Draco's that come with extendos Get lil' money, I decided to get more Car too foreign, it work like a Gizmo