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Uh, uh June, you're a genius [Chorus: Blacc Zacc] 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 a [?] 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 a [?] 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 [?] I took a trip to the mountain, live by example SongtexteThen 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 [?] (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 a [?] 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 [?] 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 a [?] 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 a [?] 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 [Outro] Uh, uh, uh, uh Aus Songtexte Mania