作词 : Anthony Hester/Dexter Gore/Rakim Mayers/Trocon Roberts

作曲 : Anthony Hester/Dexter Gore/Rakim Mayers/Trocon Roberts

Ayo big bro, you ****ing with that? Hah, okay cool

That's my ****ing brother right there, ya dig?

Dexter, ooh, wait

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove

Baby girl watch how you move

I got them vets on my shoes (I do)

I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)

Speed it up (Speed)

Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)

Grab me two b*****s, I beat it up

They thinking I'm wifing, deleted 'em (Uh-wait, ooh)

Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)

My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)

Geeking this shit, yeah I got 'em

Open the safe, you can't lock it (What)

Sippin' that Wock, yeah I go to the top

Bust on yo b***h like a Glock (Ooh)

She like to suck on my clock

I get the money don't stop, Dexter

Hah, know I'm saying?

Like, I know you like this beat too

But you a ****ing goofy though (****ing lame ass shit)

Uh-wait

Word around, word around, word around town

I heard this boy was a clown

Swim in yo b***h once I drown

Call up my plug for the pounds

Odd Future, yeah, it's right on my clothes

Bad b***h, yeah, I watch her do coke

Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor

I never do it no more, ooh

Telling you broke, it's no joke, ooh

I used to kick in that door, wait

Now I'm selling out these shows

Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh

Hold up lil mama, you tweaking

A bad b***h, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)

Get her off m***y, she geekin'

Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter

You know I'm saying

Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend

Then you gotta go

Call your friend too, Dexter

Order VLONE, color orange mango label

Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes

Smoke OG grown, when I'm Californicating

I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation

Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick

Jacob 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 wanna resort to the hands

What the face say to the fist

(I'm Rick James b***h!)

Ha, funny and shit

A fifth of the tab

Suck on her t**s

Went back to the pad

Watched Dexter's Lab on the flix

Speed it up, speed it up, speed it

Up

Just in the track and I beat it up

Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)

My chick don't exactly know English

They ain't 'bout that action no beefin'

I might as well go back to vegan

My shit might go platinum first week

Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)

Word around, word of mouth, word around town

You the one doing all the murder round town

Pulling up, shoot 'em, leave the burner down town

Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south

Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist

I'm ****ing your b***h and I'm up in your fridge

I only tell stories to tuck in the kids

So how in the **** can they **** with the kid?

Ha, funny and shit

I'm back in my bag

Went back to the pad

Watched Dexter's Lab on the flix