Big Dick Energy

Yeah, Rico! Rico!
Oh my fucking god
Whenever I don’t get my way, bitch, I get real belligerent
Have a pot to piss in, and now I’m pissing on 'em and they sick
I need a doctor visit, tell me doctor, am I really sick?
He said I’m showin' characteristics of bein' a snobby bitch
Yeah I’m a poppin' bitch, and I know it ain’t hard for you to see
I used to watch TV, now I’m the bitch you seein' on TV
I pray to god that my thousands can turn into some millions
And to some billions, that’s just my everyday feeling
They keep on asking how I’m feeling
But shit, how would you feel?
When everybody else is hungry and you servin' the meals
I’m grippin' the wheel, I’m praying that I don’t get a ticket
Even if you movin' fast, the chance could still come and you’ll miss it
Apply it and risk it, 'cause everyday ain’t promised a visit
How you expect to learn anything when you talk more than listen?
Or bark more than Bitten?
They keep on sendin' shots but they missing
I invite bitches to my hotel room, and I got 'em kissing
Getting money, the objective of all of my daily missions
Everybody got a problem with me, but I just don’t get it
I can’t even go nowhere no more, 'cause they want a picture
If money made out of lemonade, then I need me a pitcher
Smoking on some gold papers, bitch, it shine when you hit it
You can’t get me out my character, 'cause I’m 'bout my business
I’m wit' a white bitch, she snort more shit then Bobby and Whitney
They don’t like to hear the moves I make, 'cause they stuck in a pivot
They took the sauce and yeah, I want it back, does that make me stingy?
They call me weird 'cause I don’t look like none of these other bitches
They can’t stand to see me win, they cringe when they see my picture
I already know I’m realer, and you don’t even know the difference
All my shit original and I don’t ever need a witness
When I’m talking money, you say what you say, 'cause you can’t comprehend it
Listenin' to Aretha Franklin, thumbing through some Benjamins
I mixed the molly with the Percocets, sounds like an even blend
Bitches wanna swag surf, 'cause they see I set the trends
«Rico, what that bag worth?» Bitch, you better not ask again
Gettin' on my damn nerves, I might swerve in the Benz
Bitches act like birds in the coupe I be in
Better snatch your girl when the troops walkin' in
So much smoke in the air, you think Snoop up in here
I got purple and I got that shit with fuzzy orange haze
For every bitch that’s hating, I’ma put one in the air
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!)