[Chorus]
I'm wearin' the Rick, Rick, yeah
Lil' bitch, I'm 'bout business, y-y-yeah
Hunnid the dash in the whip, yeah
Tell the bitch, I'm the one, that I'm it, yeah
Few lil' racks up, VV'S and chains on me, few bands for my fit, yeah

[Verse]
Can't pick, yeah, Lanvins is my kicks, yeah
Tell these hoes I'm sick, I got the Rolex, I made that
Fuck-n***a want his bitch, yeah, yeah
He can go get that shit
I know his bitch ass ain't with that
Like a NERF gun, pull up with a big MAC
Damn, sorry, when I get mad
My voice crack, yeah, I don't get that, yeah
With them sticks, yeah, I'm supposed to be playin' with the sticks, yеah
Yeah, we seein' him, we do somе shit, never see him again, yeah
I got his VPN, I tell him, I know where to meet him again
Shoot this n***a IP on this bitch and this shit
I got the dox, yeah, I'm skippin' this shit
'Boutta flex on that ho like it's fitness and shit
My money fingers, yeah, they itchin' and shit
These n***as be fuckin' with 12, yeah
What the fuck, you is a witness and shit
You fuck-n***a, get the fuck away from me
I see through yo' eyes, you not with all that shit
Ye-yeah, bitch, I be poppin' off X
Yeah, yeah, tatted on my neck
Feel the Helmut Lang, it's all on my jeans, Balenciaga on my vest
Bitch, bitch, yeah, it's expensive
You fake, flexin', you drive in a rental
'Boutta get to the money, yeah, 'boutta [?]
I got this feeling, you know that they strugglin' with [?], yeah
[Chorus]
I'm wearin' the Rick, Rick, yeah
Lil' bitch, I'm 'bout business, y-y-yeah
Hunnid the dash in the whip, yeah
Tell the bitch, I'm the one, that I'm it, yeah
Few lil' racks up, VV'S and chains on me, few bands for my fit, yeah