作曲 : Maria-Cecilia Simone Kelly/Kenneth Charles Blume Ill
Rico, yeah Rico, haha, yeah, yeah, yeah
KENNNNNNYYYYYYYY!
Yeah I got b*****s on my ****
and I ain't even got a ****
Yeah I know I get em sick,
also, your ***** on my hip
This money in a Gucci clip,
you know that I don't never trip
Just come back from another trip,
no acrobat, I make it flip
***** I got a family, everybody gotta eat
So keep that s**t in mind,
when you thinkin' about tryin' me
I know what I'm doin,
you ain't gotta keep an eye on me
I be countin' money
like they be countin' calories
I got her mad at me,
21, make 20 thousand a show, that's your salary
Smokin' green like celery
You can't get the best of me,
these white people invest in me
You know I got the recipe,
worst nightmare and your biggest ******' enemy
If you feelin' like a boss *****, gon'
Go to the club, leave that ***** at home
If you got your own s**t
you ain't ever gotta listen to him girl
****** be hatin' on b*****s
You know these ****** be hatin' on b*****s
You know these ****** be hatin' on b*****s
If you got your own s**t you ain't ever gotta listen to him girl
****** be hatin' on b*****s
I'm the one with the sauce
and that's so easy to see
I got 'em in the house, moderate,
how it's easy for me
I went from one bedroom apartments in the trenches
to wakin' up and it's Versace on my pillows
I'm just speakin' straight facts and
I hope that you listen
I'm like a star in the sky,
they wishin' on me to finish
I knew the money was comin'
because my pals kept on itchin'
I knew that b*****s was rough than me
when I pulled up on b*****s
But it's okay 'cause I know their game and
I played my position
If you feelin' like a boss *****, gon'
Go to the club, leave that ***** at home
If you got your own s**t
you ain't ever gotta listen to him girl
****** be hatin' on b*****s
You know these ****** be hatin' on b*****s
You know these ****** be hatin' on b*****s
If you got your own s**t
you ain't ever gotta listen to him girl
****** be hatin' on b*****s