[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
Uh, uh
June, you're a genius
Uh, uh, uh
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
They say that I'm actin' too cocky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my bitches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me
Uh, uh, uh, uh
They say that I'm actin' too cocky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my bitches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me
[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
How could you do it without me?
I took a trip to rotten
I took a trip to the mountain, live by example
Then I came back with a sample
How you gon' say I ain't rich?
Well, who the fuck you know that do it like this?
Who the fuck you know that came up with how to get it?
And I got the whole city lit
Come to my state, they gon' tell you I'm the richest
They know I handle my business
Can't go on dates with no bitches
When I'm in public, they know I'm everyday hustlin'
Glock .40 with a thirty round on me
Don't make me bust it
I'm a big shark, you a lil' fish in the sea
I'm inchin' for that
Pockets real husky, I like that kush when it's musky
I like the bitch when she's slutty
I like my double cup dirty
I pour the lean, then I might pop me a Perky
Actin' real cocky on purpose
My bitch, she know that I'm worth it
You broke, you know I'm allergic
My shooters on high alerts (CEO motherfucker)
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh, uh, uh
They say that I'm actin' too cocky (4X)
You know I'm rich like Roddy (Uh)
I like my bitches exotic
I chop a boy like a karate (Chop it up)
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me (Why?)
The streets can't do it without me (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh)
They say that I'm actin' too cocky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my bitches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private (Uh, uh)
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me (Uh, uh)
[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
They told me I'm actin' so stuck up
Bitch, I got it made like a butler
A nigga get flipped when we clip with them cutters
I won't give him no clout, I'ma give him a touchup
Broad day, fa, fa, my hood like Rvssian
Fucked up in the head like I got a concussion
I get full of them pills, start rollin' and bustin'
Got my Glock in the hills, nigga play, I'ma bust him
I know they waitin' for the switch up
I can't, we still let them sticks up
You broke, lil' boy, get your chip up
Know I be on the walk and I'm liftin' my wrist up
And we still sweep blocks just like we swap
I bet a fuck nigga get picked up
Scared, bitch, go read a scripture
We make 'em hang on the wall like a picture
You know I'm rich like Blacc and Diddy
All these clips extended, bitch, we thirty livin'
I'm a rich nigga, bitch, my gun is special
Don't beat on your curb, boy, let's get to spinnin'
Keep that on the hush, won't say what we did
Nigga reach for my ice, I'ma do him big
Nigga better think twice 'fore he play with jet
Play, pussy get fucked, we gon' spray him big (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh)
They say that I'm actin' too cocky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my bitches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me
Uh, uh, uh, uh
They say that I'm actin' too cocky
You know I'm rich like Roddy
I like my bitches exotic
I chop a boy like karate
I put them P's on a private
Can't figure out why did they doubt me
The streets can't do it without me
Uh, uh, uh, uh
