I don't see a fool when you cook this mud, ohI don't see a fool when you cook this mud, ohOh, slow down, hold on, baby, get your roll backOh, man, I * up, tell her, slow down, get your roll downFor that, I'ma start a little on herMe, me, I don't need your Chelsea, nah, nahRolls inside my pocket, that's a virtue, nahKeep that camera lens, you play with me, I shoot the sceneFlip my clip and hit that bitch like, like, mmm, mmmI keep that * inside my system to put out the truthI take that money, buy my cars out, some brand new shoesI had to tell them, give me balls for the kids, my grooveI took that bitch and did a bad in my real cotton roomI gave that bitch some bands, tooI see some * about church on TV, then I turn it offI ain't talkin' money, I walk straight off, I ain't tryin' to hit it at allBitch, get me on and top me off, my life ain't scripted at all* up, but I ain't * up, thank God I made itI'll throw you some, I'm turned up, young boy, I'll say JYou gon' try something, get your head split, you got to be fuckin' crazyBitch, you want my money, she gon' spend it on my babyThis bitch ain't give me nothin', she been stuck in it, she playin'I know that I ain't *, but this hoes say that I'm amazingOh, bitch, slow downYou don't rule on me, don't call your own boss on meAin't bout to leave you beatin' me, bitch, I'm Richie, can't catch upI ran and all they see me, and I'm bad as Sean, LordPut that bitch on TV, I smoke that boyAll my bitches love me, I cut that extra ho likeE-N-E, I don't need your Chelsea, no, noRose inside my pocket, that's the better cheese, yeah, yeahTry me once, not want me, take you backHell no, hell no, hell noOoh, bitch tryna get mad and dive in my *, she tryna * up my grooveKnow I get mad as bad as a bitch, and she can't get no shoesHow bout that bitch fit straight out rainbow, bitch, you know I'm a foolOoh, who they talkin' to?Wake that man in, then I do my dance like, bitch, I been the truthGet them bands and do the random, and that bitch gon' blame my foolTell them, * them, I been hustlin', I won't leave the stoopOoh, you could be smoothYoung boy, I'm caught up with StingyIf I ain't got no weed, you're whateverAll my bitches love me, I don't need your Chelsea, no, noE-N-E