Ayo big bro, you ***in' with that? Ha, okay, dude That's my ***in' brother right there, idiot Dexter, ooh, wait Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove Every girl watch how you move, what? I got them vents on my shoes, ooh I pop a pill and I lose, wait, speed it up Look at the diamonds, they eat it up Diamonds, two bitches, I beat it up They thinkin' on wife and deletin' them, oh, wait Pints in, call a rocket My brother pull like a socket, ooh Kick in this door, yeah, I got him You in the safe, you can't lock it, ooh Sippin' that wine, yeah, I go to the top Bustin' your bitch like a Glock, ooh She like to suck on my Glock, ooh I get the money, don't stop, Dexter Ha, you know what I'm sayin'? I know you like this beat, too But you a ***in' goofy, though, oh, wait Word around, word around, word around town I heard this boy was a clown, ooh Swim in your bitch, watch her drown, ooh Call up my plug for the pounds, wait I'll fuse your ears right on my clothes Bad bitch, yeah, I watch her do coke I never do it no more, ooh Sellin' you broke is no joke, ooh I used to kick in that door, wait Now I'm sellin' all the shows While I'm all rich, spend it right on my clothes Hold up, lil' momma, you tweakin' I'm bad bitch, Puerto Rican Get her off my list, she geekin' Call up your friend, yeah, we chill for the weekend Dexter, you know what I'm sayin'? Like, no, no, no, we only can chill for the weekend You gotta go, call your friend, too I'm one of the prettiest mother***ers That ever been in this world I got my old school Mercedes, smoke OG, grown When I'm Californicating I got three phones Business, conversation, and relation Hold up, way to say Wait a minute, wait a tick Jake in my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist Four-finger ring on my hand Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand Don't want no results to the hands What the fake say to the visc? I'm Rick James, bitch Funny as ***, I'm fit for the tab Suck on the ticks, go back to the pad Watch this, slap on the flicks Speed it up, speed it up, speed it up Just in the track, then I beat it up Acne, my jacket from Sweden, uh My chick throwin' exactly no English, uh They ain't bout that ice and no beefin', uh Might as well go back to vegan, uh My *** might go platinum for sweet, uh Play that *** back and repeat it, uh Word around, word I'm out, word around town You the one doin' all the murder round town Pullin' up, shootin', leave the birdie downtown Shoot it like a birdie, cause they all fly south Whippin' and whippin' and whippin' the wrist Fuckin' the kids, so how in the ***in' they *** with the kid? Ha, funny as *** Was missin' a bit, I'm back in my bag Back to the pad, watch this and slap on the flicks Hey Hey Hey Hey