[Produced by J Staffz]

[Chorus: x2]
Officer rickyyy
Officer rickyyy
Officer rickyyy
Yeaaa

[Verse:]
Yeah I never had drama with the cops
But I Larry Davis Rick Ross ass with the Glock
Your life is fabricated, what bricks you moving
Homie ask e-class I'm known for shooting
I just spoke to Sha Money, Sha spoke to Mackazoe
N***as fuck with Rick Ross, hell no he po po
He the next Ja Rule, and Khaled be hating
Remember last time pussy at the radio station
You fuck boy peons, your swag I od on
That Maybach 57 is looking like a neon
You youtube gangsta, ho ass n***a
I’ll Paul Castellano you shells in your abdominal
And I hear that Haitian n***a on your track
But I just got off the jack, with Haitian Jack
I got the mac, Miami is the 2 2 3
You lose a body part n***a fucking with me
[Chorus x2]

[Verse:]
My clothes got the carriage and the horse on it
Hermes I look like a boss in it
Sex, drugs, money and them fed boys
The Porsche performing like Ron on steroids
You got Def Jam lookin like the ford building
A c.o, talking bout drug dealing
A lil Londons on that potty n***a
I'm going hard tryna see that Bugatti dealer
I got that automatic shotty n***a
I catch a body n***a
My lawyer got me in Cabo with a hottie n***a
And me and Fif is like Jordan and Scotty n***a
Yea I'm on the streets, you the police
That 57 don't even got plane seats
I thought jay taught you, that's your big homie
Get the 62, step it up dummy

Dumb motherfucker, you ain't even got plane seats
Spent all that money on that 57 n***a
Don't fool the public n***a
62 is for a boss
Ask Jay n***a, ask your boss Jay-z n***a
[Chorus]