Rick Lyrics

Young'n pull up squeezin', if I give em any reason

Nigga bite your back out then they see you and be cheesin'

I got everything from Rick the last few seasons

Niggas having chicken but a lot don't got the seasoning

Crib got renovated spent a house in the four seasons

God in the trap but all I be around is demons

Bad Bitch getter, be on fly shit nigga

Ten bucks for that YSL ostrich nigga

I'm a movie, everything I do is content nigga

If it ain't about no funds aint tryna politic with ya

Time is money shit won't come to life if you on't never start

Now or never, I on't do it now it's feds or prolly chalked

Streets getting wicked, niggas going out real bad

Come fuck with a boss baby, one you wish you always had

Quick to put a forty on your head just spent it on a bag

Birkin for my bitch and she aint even ask

(yeah)

Ion't even feel lit prolly when i get a 100 ms

Crib worth like 4.5, i'm really one of them

Bout to spend a quarter on a pool and I can't even swim

G.I.A certified all them diamonds dancin on my skin

Benny got me started told me Pop get on your shit (yeah)

I was really out here I was locked in, in the mix (yeah)

Im like fuck rap with all this motion selling

Every seven days another hunnit coming in

Benny got me started told me Pop get on your shit (yeah)

I was really out here I was locked in, in the mix (yeah)

I'm like fuck rap with all this motion selling

Every seven days another hunnit coming in