I don't see a fool when you cook this mud, oh
I don't see a fool when you cook this mud, oh
Oh, slow down, hold on, baby, get your roll back
Oh, man, I * up, tell her, slow down, get your roll down
For that, I'ma start a little on her
Me, me, I don't need your Chelsea, nah, nah
Rolls inside my pocket, that's a virtue, nah
Keep that camera lens, you play with me, I shoot the scene
Flip my clip and hit that bitch like, like, mmm, mmm
I keep that * inside my system to put out the truth
I take that money, buy my cars out, some brand new shoes
I had to tell them, give me balls for the kids, my groove
I took that bitch and did a bad in my real cotton room
I gave that bitch some bands, too
I see some * about church on TV, then I turn it off
I ain't talkin' money, I walk straight off, I ain't tryin' to hit it at all
Bitch, get me on and top me off, my life ain't scripted at all
* up, but I ain't * up, thank God I made it
I'll throw you some, I'm turned up, young boy, I'll say J
You gon' try something, get your head split, you got to be fuckin' crazy
Bitch, you want my money, she gon' spend it on my baby
This 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 amazing
Oh, bitch, slow down
You don't rule on me, don't call your own boss on me
Ain't bout to leave you beatin' me, bitch, I'm Richie, can't catch up
I ran and all they see me, and I'm bad as Sean, Lord
Put that bitch on TV, I smoke that boy
All my bitches love me, I cut that extra ho like
E-N-E, I don't need your Chelsea, no, no
Rose inside my pocket, that's the better cheese, yeah, yeah
Try me once, not want me, take you back
Hell no, hell no, hell no
Ooh, bitch tryna get mad and dive in my *, she tryna * up my groove
Know I get mad as bad as a bitch, and she can't get no shoes
How bout that bitch fit straight out rainbow, bitch, you know I'm a fool
Ooh, who they talkin' to?
Wake that man in, then I do my dance like, bitch, I been the truth
Get them bands and do the random, and that bitch gon' blame my fool
Tell them, * them, I been hustlin', I won't leave the stoop
Ooh, you could be smooth
Young boy, I'm caught up with Stingy
If I ain't got no weed, you're whatever
All my bitches love me, I don't need your Chelsea, no, no
E-N-E