Rick James

Lyrics

[Intro: Nines] Zino Records Ha ha ha ha ha! This is why I'm wiling the video Zino Records [Verse 1: Nines] If you need ammy from pens to bricks in weed baggies Rap fans mad at me but the feens happy Told my nigga come quick, the packs are fluff I swear these Os won't fit in your plastic cup And then she came through the base, then I backed it up Me & Bunz soon come through in matching trucks Skrapz's last show, he had a convoy of 20 whips You was moving like you hate stairs tryna get a lift Bopping down the wing like I ain't fuckin' with the gym TT Greece, tell your man holla for a ting Should seen the way he was on me to take a pinky off You'd think he's tryna rob me for my ring A nigga put a finger on me then his mum's dead New strap came with two bodies on it like a bunk bed Used to watch Cow & Chicken now I'm flippin Pyrex powder whipping, got it while I'm spitting, tell me how I'm slipping This ain't no game, this ain't like The Sims I'm hot, so I got to change up my Lyca sims In the bath, soap bars saying Gucci In my yard, getting a massage from a groupie Watching Paid In Full, but it's half of the movie Turn it off when Rico starts getting bookie [Skit 1: Rico & Mitch] You got 14 bricks right there? Who's you off... A? Yeah man, but Look B Once we get my little brother back, man, we right the fuck back on baby We right the fuck back on when I get Sonny It's gonna be bus... [Verse 1 continued: Nines] Then it's back to the bits I got keys to whip Stupid little bitch try key my whip [Skit 2: Frank Lucas] Ey! Ey! Ey! Ey! Don't rub on that, you blot that! Ya understand? That's Alpaca, that's $25,000 Alpaca! You blot that shit! You don't rub it, put the club soda on there Simple Simon-ass motherfuckers Listen, from now on, don't nobody talk to me directly, you understand? You got business with me, you talk to Huey! [Verse 2: Nines] It might just look like me & Pebz are just sittin' here But every time my phone rings, I'm closer to a millionaire Told my nigga "don't borrow out his pedal bike" I lose weight every time that I sell you light They saying Prezzy broke like my rollie fell Connect drops me boxes, we don't own a scale Couple chicks, I could wife few hoes as well Bitch lost her mind if she thinks she's my only girl They saying I'm materialistic Like I wasn't dropping jewels, but clearly they missed It Feds onto me, I had to move base You say you fly birds, but your stacks thinner than a shoe lace I built a counchline, getting extra bread So how can trapping be dead, like what Section said? Money underneath the mattress when I rest my head So I'm sleeping on P like I wet the bed