[Intro: Rickey Splurge]Yea, Yea, Yea! (yeah)Hop in a bag, get out a bagNiggas see meBitches see meThey say woah, (feel me)Woah!Yea, aye[Chorus X3: Rickey Splurge]Yea, woahYea, woahYea, woahWoah![Verse: Rickey Splurge]My money stay blue, it’s banging the CripMy banging the Bs, i’m rich as bitchI bag it up, send it through DHLI get it back spending that blue medelToo smart for the street, shoulda went to YaleGotta add it up, add it up, add it up!Draco with the beam and the silencerBad bitch and bussin’, name MonicaNo these bitches can’t fuck me for freeGotta charge they dumbass for the skeet!Had to get it, no handouts for meHopped up off of the porch, hit the streetsReal prince in New York, I had stupid styleLil Smith n’ Wesson it’s like 7 poundsDo not talking lil nigga i’ll chalk you outCan’t want me back then, but she love me now[Chorus X3: Rickey Splurge]Yea, woahYea, woahYea, woahWoah![Verse: Anthony 1999]The shit I wear, woah4K no TV, on some coatStick in this trench, if you peak it’s gone pokeDiamonds is rocks, they leak and they soakShit shuckin’ n’ jivin’ I feel like BalboaJacking that bitch a homebodyCome around gang and we pass her like nobodyGet a new stick yea that one got like 4 bodiesPieces on pieces, I’m extorting yo mommyShit I just do itNiggas that I knew since playin switched, I knew itAnd we be cracking these cards, the money ain’t ours so we blew itFuck round and rack up a charge and beat itOh god I knew itMy niggas banging the yard, you stomping the yard cause they shooting[Chorus X3: Rickey Splurge]Yea, woahYea, woahYea, woahWoah![Outro: Rickey Splurge]Woah, woahWoahWoah!WoahWoahWoah, woahWoah!Woah, woahWoahWoah, woahWoah!
