[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah
Keyshia Cola
Ya boy Juicy J
It's time
When a woman's fed up, she done had enough
Betta watch out, 'cause you're going down
Yeah

[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
Why does it matter now?
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Slap a bitch like Rick James
I'm Rick James

[Verse 1: Keyshia Cole, Juicy J]
I gave you all my love
Who's the one who's hurting now?
But you can keep your double standards
It's funny how the tables turned around
Oh, bring 'em out, out, out, out
Oh, right now, now, now, now
Oh, bring 'em out, out, out, out (You know it)
Oh, right now, now, now, now (Yeah, tell 'em Keyshia, yeah)
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
Why does it matter now?
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Slap a bitch like Rick James
I'm Rick James
Why does it matter now?
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Cold-blooded, I'm Rick James
Slap a bitch like Rick James
I'm Rick James

[Verse 2: Keyshia Cole]
I can see the picture shattered
We can't pick the pieces off the ground
'Til the point that nothing matters
And it's way too late to talk it out
Oh, bring 'em out, out, out, out
Oh, right now, now, now, now (Ooh, bring 'em out)
Oh, bring 'em out, out, out, out
Oh, right now, now, now, now (Bring 'em, bring 'em out)
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
Why does it matter now?
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Slap a bitch like Rick James
I'm Rick James

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Dog shawty out and you gon' pay for it later
Babygirl, more cutthroat than a razor
She know what she want and she know how to get it
Shawty know the game, nah, n***a, you can't play her
She bad, lookin' like a bag of money
Make her own bread, fat ass and flat stomach
She know she ain't never gotta ask for nothin'
These chicks hatin' cause they ain't half the woman
Shawty came home, he started runnin' his mouth
She took her earrings off and got ratchet (Damn)
Homeboy know lil' mama don't play
He just grabbed his shit and started packin'
You broke her heart, homie now yo life in a chain
She cold-blooded like she got ice in her veins
Got me chillin' in your house, throwin' diamonds on your spouse
Wipe my feet on your couch, bitch I'm Rick James
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
Why does it matter now?
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Slap a bitch like Rick James
I'm Rick James
Why does it matter now?
Who can do you better?
Feet up on your couch
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Yeah bitch, I'm Rick James
Cold-blooded, I'm Rick James
Slap a bitch like Rick James
I'm Rick James