[Chorus]
I got rico pack in the air, yeah
N***a run up, no he won't dare, yeah
She gon' fuck her cuz, she don't care, yeah
You a square, you ain't Triple-X, yeah
I don't think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
In the strip club makin' a mess
Tell them n***as go get a check, tell them n***as go get a 'Vette
Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex

[Verse 1]
You ain't got no bread to flex, I just pulled up with the TEC
Yeah I'm servin' for the ten, I just switched up like I'm Ben
Baby I'm a walkin' sin, where them pics you 'posed to send?
You can be an in or outtie
N***a we ain't smokin' Cali, n***a we ain't poppin' xannies
Got her hooked just like xanny, n***as sweeter than some candy
So I'm poppin' rubber bands, make me pop another man
I don't fuck with none these man, only fuck with Soldier Kidd
She only fuck with Soldier Kidd, it's a stolo, it ain't rent
Baby girl you got me bent, think that I might want your friend
All these n***as nonsense, glory jit the main event
And we smokin' like a vent, I ain't breathin' either n***a
Smokin' loud like a speaker

[Chorus]
I got rico pack in the air, yeah
N***a run up, no he won't dare, yeah
She gon' fuck her cuz, she don't care, yeah
You a square, you ain't Triple-X, yeah
I don't think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
In the strip club makin' a mess
Tell them n***as go get a check, tell them n***as go get a 'Vette
Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex, ayy
[Verse 2]
I come from the dirt dog, so I pop them percs dog
Pull up and I murk you dog, I been sippin' alcohol
Servin' trees in the hall, hidin' rico in my drawers
Soldier Kidd could be the nurse, I'ma give these n***as shots
I got Henny, I don't do shots
In Miami on the drop, in Miami tryna rock
Hundred bands, we the mob, hundred mans on the box
She be thinkin' that I'm a star but I got ounces in the jar
I be bouncin' in the club, I be steppin' with them thugs
Went to school but goin' dumb, I be givin' shawty funds
Me and K be on the run, we just hit for three months
I just smoked like fifty blunts, smoked lil whoadie like a dud
Triple-X the Brady Bunch

[Chorus]
I got rico pack in the air, yeah
N***a run up, no he won't dare, yeah
She gon' fuck her cuz, she don't care, yeah
You a square, you ain't Triple-X, yeah
I don't think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
In the strip club makin' a mess
Tell them n***as go get a check, tell them n***as go get a 'Vette
Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex