[Intro: Rico Nasty]
(So don't worry about it, it's cool)
Hey, hey, huh
Rated R, hey, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hm, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Verse 1: Rico Nasty]
They callin' me out of my name
Say I'm a bitch, better put rich in front of it
I been done got used to the fame
Now I'm just doin' this shit for the fun of it
The type of bitch he wan' fuck 'cause my name
Ho, you ain't crossin' me off of your bucket list
Rock, paper, scissors, these bitches ain't cuttin' it
She like my car 'cause it came with a blunt in it
[Verse 2: Xanman]
She want my money, she not gettin' none of it
I'm ridin' around with a Drac', not no sucker shit
Diamonds so bright, man, it look like the sun in it
I'm tryna blow a bitch up like a pufferfish
She want Chanel, she gon' get it, she suckin' dick
I threw a ten in the cup, get the summer lit
I ran it up, man, I don't need no [rubberband][?]
Slide in my truck, put your BBL butt in it
[Chorus: Xanman & Rico Nasty]
He say he got money, got motion, got none of it
Program strict, I ain't havin' none of it
I cannot trust me a soul, I can't cuff a bitch
I'm super bad, your nigga McLovin it
Told her I'm him, do you know who you fuckin' with?
It was a plain jane until I flooded it
Make your bitch play with the Rolls in the Cullinan
I keep it player, can't be on no sucker shit
[Verse 3: Xanman & Rico Nasty]
She wan' fuck, like yes, sir
I wan' lift up her dress skirt (Yee)
She wan' see what my check worth (Ooh)
I wanna see what her neck worth
Callin' her phone, I miss this ho
Metro Boomin, we ain't gettin' in trouble
Bitch got a body like 'Rilla, Glo
She so lit, can you hit this [jo'?][?] (Ayy, hey)
[Verse 4: Rico Nasty]
Bet your nigga goon to my pics
Talk down on me, I never be cool with a bitch
Margieli and Gucci the fit
You know who it is 'cause nobody do it like this
That nigga call me a diva
I'm Rico the reaper, my bestie my nina
I'm teasin' like Dita, I'm fine, fuck a meter
I'm foxy, Pam Grier (Yeah)
I can see by how they stare, it must be some hate in the air
[Verse 5: Xanman]
Said she want none of that, hell yeah (Yeah)
I do not know why your mans here (I do not, yeah)
He tryna go on my adlibs (Go on them, go)
One out of three, I ain't Brad Beal (Brad)
She took a drug, she got bad feels (Drug, drug, drug)
I been that nigga since DatPiff
I'm tryna get in your Zephyrhills
Tryna get in your water, yeah, that's kinda shorter (Yeah)
Damn, it's not none of that, damn, it's not none of that
Shoot for my young bull like he from New Orleans (Shoot for my young bull)
Said she is comin' back, pull out a hundred racks
We get young money like Ben Frank and [poultry][?]
I hit it once, [?] then I was done with that
I told my bitch my program like the water (Yeah)
[Chorus: Xanman & Rico Nasty]
He say he got money, got motion, got none of it
Program strict, I ain't havin' none of it
I cannot trust me a soul, I can't cuff a bitch
I'm super bad, your nigga McLovin it
Told her I'm him, do you know who you fuckin' with?
It was a plain jane until I flooded it
Make your bitch play with the Rolls in the Cullinan
I keep it player, can't be on no sucker shit
