(David, wake up) Yeah Latto, let ´em know Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty Ricky, pleasure the P (Real freak) Pretty Ricky, he gotta pleasure the P (Real freak) 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 (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 (Real freak), he gotta pleasure the P (Real freak) Pretty Ricky (Get on your knees), pleasure the P (Get on your knees) Pleasure the P (Ayy), 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 (Real freak) Pretty Ricky , pleasure the P (Real freak) Pleasure the P (Get on your knees), he gotta pleasure the P (Get on your knees)