[Intro: Rick Rock]
Hello?

[Chorus: Rick Rock]
On  my main phone, textin' with this other phone
Tryna  keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on
Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random
Watch my paper get longer
On  my main phone, textin' with this other phone
Tryna  keep these lights on, sleepin' with my Nikes on
Doin' hella shit, bustin' patterns in a random
Watch  my paper get longer (Rock it)

[Verse 1]
I'm on a road to the riches, checkin' paper, mane (Paper, mane)
I wanna play in gold like a Laker, mane (Laker, mane)
My bitch too negative, gotta shake her, mane (Shake her, mane)
She  gotta catch me in the wind like a paper plane
I came up in the '80s when the women were defensive
So I came up with a counter called passive-aggressive pimpin'
When you make 'em feel lucky for fuckin' me in the loft
Help 'em bust nuts and they helpin' me buy trucks
Not outright, but a nice down in the first month
I mean, I'm not really pimpin', my nigga, fuck you on?
Beats slappin', 9 milli' packin'-ass nigga
Oh, soon Slew City Slew mackin'-ass nigga
I am spit-taking llama
'Bout my decimals, digits, commas
Rubles, shillings, pesos, watch out
Because punk shit lead to trauma
That's why I'm on my
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