[Intro]
Yeah, Rico! Rico!
Oh my fucking god

[Verse 1]
Whenever I don't get my way, bitch, I get real belligerent
Have a pot to piss in, and now I'm pissing on 'em and they sick
I need a doctor visit, tell me doctor, am I really sick?
He said I'm showin' characteristics of bein' a snobby bitch
Yeah I'm a poppin' bitch, and I know it ain't hard for you to see
I used to watch TV, now I'm the bitch you seein' on TV
I pray to god that my thousands can turn into some millions
And to some billions, that's just my everyday feeling
They keep on asking how I'm feeling

[Verse 2]
But shit, how would you feel?
When everybody else is hungry and you servin' the meals
I'm grippin' the wheel, I'm praying that I don't get a ticket
Even if you movin' fast, the chance could still come and you'll miss it
Apply it and risk it, 'cause everyday ain't promised a visit
How you expect to learn anything when you talk more than listen?
Or bark more than Bitten?
They keep on sendin' shots but they missing
I invite bitches to my hotel room, and I got 'em kissing
Getting money, the objective of all of my daily missions
Everybody got a problem with me, but I just don't get it
I can't even go nowhere no more, 'cause they want a picture
If money made out of lemonade, then I need me a pitcher
Smoking on some gold papers, bitch, it shine when you hit it
You can't get me out my character, 'cause I'm 'bout my business
I'm wit' a white bitch, she snort more shit then Bobby and Whitney
They don't like to hear the moves I make, 'cause they stuck in a pivot
They took the sauce and yeah, I want it back, does that make me stingy?
They call me weird 'cause I don't look like none of these other bitches
They can't stand to see me win, they cringe when they see my picture
I already know I'm realer, and you don't even know the difference
All my shit original and I don't ever need a witness
When I'm talking money, you say what you say, 'cause you can't comprehend it
Listenin' to Aretha Franklin, thumbing through some Benjamins
I mixed the molly with the Percocets, sounds like an even blend
[Verse 3]
Bitches wanna swag surf, 'cause they see I set the trends
"Rico, what that bag worth?" Bitch, you better not ask again
Gettin' on my damn nerves, I might swerve in the Benz
Bitches act like birds in the coupe I be in
Better snatch your girl when the troops walkin' in
So much smoke in the air, you think Snoop up in here
I got purple and I got that shit with fuzzy orange haze
For every bitch that's hating, I'ma put one in the air
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!)