pretty ricky

miss mulatto

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

pretty ricky

pleasure the p

pretty ricky

he gotta pleasure the p

pretty ricky

pleasure the p

pleasure the p

he gotta pleasure the p

light this bitch up like a candle

i got them big toys like santa

bitches ain't hard

they just turn on up camera

he love my grammar

i'm from atlanta

so i don't want to hear r&b

fuck me to trap

street smart and book smart

you know all them niggas love that

i can't walk through no metal detector

niggas rats

talking to the detective

niggas fold every time under pressure

fuck a label

i'm my own investor

hundred thou'

stuff it right in the dresser

pocket full of blues

bitch

i need extra

left that nigga

he'll never do better

tell him when to shoot like a director

pretty ricky

pleasure the p

pretty ricky

he gotta pleasure the p

pretty ricky

pleasure the p

pleasure the p

he gotta pleasure the p

i don't want him 'less the nigga got big racks

and i'm waiting on a ho to drop a diss track

i ain't going back and forth on the internet

i'ma pull up on her ass

put an end to that

blowing through the money like a clarinet

they be ass dancing on the turtleneck

where you from? i ain't ever heard of that

birkin bag where i keep the burner at

when you live like this

bitch

every day payday

put it in his face

nut in his mouth like payday

i been stacking chips

i stay with a bag like frito lay

firefighter

if she got smoke

pull up

let it spray

pretty ricky

pleasure the p

pretty ricky

he gotta pleasure the p

pretty ricky

pleasure the p

pleasure the p

he gotta pleasure the p

real freak

get on your knees

get on your knees