Big Dick Energy - Rico Nasty

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!)