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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rico Nasty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Blume III
Songwriter
Maria-Cecilia Simone Kelly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Rico
Kenny
They keep tryin' hard to get at me, but I don't think it's stickin'
They only wanna beef with me because they see me winnin'
It's diamonds in my ear, so it's hard for me to listen
Bitch, I'm worth for check, I bet you want for me to hit you
With that close, I bet you wanted me to kiss you (Whoa)
Outfit sick, I should be walkin' with a tissue (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm a dog, but I just broke up out the kennel
Car, paid for cash and you ridin' in a rental
Diamonds in my dental
Crazy in my mental
Stab you with a pencil if you don't get the memo
This shit too simple
Smokin' on indo
Racks in my pocket
So it made me limp slow
[Verse 2]
I just got to the party
So I'm gonna sip more
Pockets fat
So you know they won't fold
She just popped a bean
I ain't talkin' 'bout a pinto
If you lookin' for me, I be everywhere you can't go
[Verse 3]
I've got this shit, good or bad
Either way it go
If you got a problem with me, can you let me know?
I got a lot of issues, I try not to let 'em show
I got trust issues, don't nobody get too close
[Verse 4]
I got dough like a roll
Chopper make 'em hit them folks
I got a Cali pluggy, pull up on me and some locs
Walkin' through the airport and I got a Fendi tote
Ridin' with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles
Shit, adios, I need my money, vamanos
I like cheese, no nachos
They like, "Where you get those?"
I touch more money than a bitch who work at Wells Fargo
I got people turnin' heads everywhere that I go
[Verse 5]
Cali on the beat so you know the beat fire
Talkin' too much, my **** pull up with that five
Five grams to the face
Bitch, that's a high five
You workin' nine to five, I make nine bands five times
Guns like we in the army, hope you roger that
You tryna get to follow back and I be where the dollars at
I make more money than my old teachers and I'm proud of that
You thought you was teachin' me, but, bitch, I shoulda taught your ass
[Verse 6]
I hope that they ready for it, life come at you fast
Whatever you say out your mouth, you gotta stay true to that
I hopped in the foreign
I might just do the dash
Rich bitch in the passenger, I hope I don't fuckin' crash
[Verse 7]
I've got this shit, good or bad
Either way it go
If you got a problem with me, can you let me know?
I got a lot of issues, I try not to let 'em show
I got trust issues, don't nobody get too close
[Verse 8]
I got dough like a roll
Chopper make 'em hit them folks
I got a Cali pluggy, pull up on me and some locs
Walkin' through the airport and I got a Fendi tote
Ridin' with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles
Written by: Kenneth Charles Blume III, Maria-Cecilia Simone Kelly, Malik Foxx