[Intro: Cantrell]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Cantrell]
If I say that I got it, then damn it, I got it
I'm lookin' like Percy to n***as, they know I'm 'bout it
I really ain't talkin' to n***as, I'm movin' in silence, ayy
All of my cheese in lump sum, need all of my cottage, look
Look at my wrist, it ain't nothin' there
I can make ratchet look debonair
Say that they ball but ain't got a pair
I got the moves like I'm Fred Astaire
West Sides dubs up, yeah, gettin' my dubs up, yeah
Last of the real, look at my team, really who fuck with us? Yeah, wait

[Chorus: Cantrell]
Six rings, yeah
Six rings, six rings, ayy
Six rings, six rings, feelin' like Jordan
Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings all for my, whoa, shit
Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings all for my shawty, yeah
[Verse 2: Ezri]
Bitch, I started goin' hard way before y'all agreed to this shit
And the car push to start but we still got keys in the whip, yeah
It seem like all n***as fraud and these broads be believin' this shit
I gotta ball with my dawgs 'fore I ever trick-or-treat with a chick, look
My young n***a got a stick, he can fit fifty-three in the clip, dawg
My lil' brother look just like me, you know that my mini-me with the shit, dawg
NBA the lifestyle, n***as got twenty P's, finna lift off
That n***a said he had a hit, I heard it and it sounded like it was a bit off
I'm the one these n***as bit off
That boy puppy, I'm a big dawg
All these n***as look a bit soft
Boy, all that drip you had done dripped off
And why your woman in the crowd reachin' for my balls?
This is not a tip-off
And if I like it then I wear it, cop a couple pairs
Bitch, I feel like Rick Ross
Why they actin' like I ain't the guy
They been hatin' but I ain't surprised
Heard that money counted and I came alive
N***a try to play, gotta pay the price
Heard your music, that shit ain't suffice
This shit come easy, it's a way of life
I do what I like, I never take advice
I got sick of ramen, now it's steak and rice, n***a
[Chorus: Cantrell]
Six rings, yeah
Six rings, six rings, ayy
Six rings, six rings, feelin' like Jordan
Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings all for my, whoa, shit
Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings all for my shawty, yeah

[Verse 3: 070 Phi]
Six rings like I had six wives
I been up straight like six nights
Lil' homie poured up like six Sprites
Keep your head up, n***a, get right
I been on green light, green light
Smokin' on green like I won't be needin' my lung
And I don't feel no pain when I'm bleedin', I'm numb
All for the gang, what you need? What you want?
Know the code, street politics
I got problems and it's not a bitch
Fake body so she counterfeit
Love it when them n***as doubtin' it
Yeah that's food for the flame
I just be doin' my thing
I don't need to be verified
They don't see this shit as clear as I
One thing's for certain, we here to die
Pushin' the limits
Don't need permission to go out and get it, the world is mine
Put in work and beat the paradigm
Bookin' n***as for a pair of dime
But I changed, I'm a man now
Need rings on my hand now
Feel broke with a band now
Shots fired, that's a man down
Hope them n***as understand now
Don't be playin' like you can't drown
I'ma just be where I need to be
These n***as lookin' for easy street
I learned some lessons from Eazy-E
They can't be pickin' my pockets
Okay, I get it, I got it
I need some blue in my wallets
I need some newer deposits
You spend your money at Follies
I'ma be stackin' the profit
'Cause I need six rings
[Chorus: Cantrell]
Six rings, yeah
Six rings, six rings, ayy
Six rings, six rings, feelin' like Jordan
Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings all for my, whoa, shit
Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
Six rings all for my shawty
Six rings all for my shawty, yeah