[Intro]
Sounds so smooth, don't you agree
It's 'cause I made this motherfucker
I ain't gon' talk too much man, 'cause you know
I talk my shit in a lot of songs, you dig what I'm sayin'
But you know I'ma give it to 'em on this one
I'ma give it to' em nice, check it out

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
I feel like Rick James
Got sick game, lil ho
Weak lames get no love
When your wrist got short change
I feel massive
Feeling showtime like Magic
Feeling showtime like G
If the bitch choose up, might pass it
Blue gators
Got a new ho, new flavor
In a two-door, no tint
Riding 'round gettin' new paper
New station (New spot)
Had to make a new rotation
Mack Rice, kill 'em with the steez
LV, but it ain't Las Vegas
Still stylin'
Just got back from the islands
Might go back next week
Long as the money keep piling
Still wylin', still keep the blade on shinin'
Still got the hoes on check
Still on the stroll, I'm slidin'
[Hook: Kris Hollis]
I know you heard about it
I know you heard about it
There might be many, many
But you ain't worrying about it
Fly you in right away, send bottles right away
Pick you up right away
I know you heard about it
I know you heard about it
There might be many, many
But you ain't worrying about it
Fly you in right away, send bottles right away
Pick you up right away

[Verse 2: Premo Rice]
Pocket full of huns, yeah new thigh pads
Young street player makin' big bags
Made it dropping bombs like Iran
You the type n***a put the ho first
I'm the type n***a need the quick cash
I'm the type n***a make the ho work
You the type n***a hold the bitch hand
Game tight, make you get right
Cook good dope on a slow night
The trap right if the ho right
Cool 10k, 'bout four nights
Call plays like Ed Reed
These other rap n***as shit stepped on
Chef it up like Raekwon
Ball on these n***as like Saquon
[Outro]
Everybody in my posse is clockin' G's
Oh say, what's the fee
I got what you need, baby
'Cause everybody in my posse is clockin' G's
Oh say, what's the fee
I got what you need, baby