| Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico | 
| Who is Mike going crazy | 
| Aye | 
| I just went to Benihana (Benihana) | 
| And I’m smoking sheets and funnel (smoking sheets and funnel) | 
| You a wannabe, who wanna be (woah) | 
| I’m only 'bout the commas (yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| See me in the street on any day | 
| I’m really 'bout that drama (haha, yeah) | 
| And you know I keep the heat on me | 
| Ain’t talkin' bout the summer (ain't talkin' 'bout the summer) | 
| Smoking Key Lime OG (what?) | 
| And this car got two seats (it got two seats) | 
| When I hop out it dank | 
| You can smell it on me (you can smell it on me) | 
| Handle that shit myself | 
| I ain’t gon' call police (huh, what?) | 
| Keep that bitch on a leash (woah) | 
| Or keep that bitch from 'round me | 
| Yeah, yeah | 
| Walkin' with' a attitude like what’s the problem? | 
| (what's the problem hoe?) | 
| I don’t hang with DMX I’m with some (huh?) Ruff Ryders | 
| Gas got me high as shit but no, I ain’t the pilot (I ain’t the huh?) | 
| I’m the whole meal you hangin' (huh?) with a whole biter (yeah) | 
| I was hustling when these niggas was wearing Spyder (huh?) | 
| And I’m servin' like I’m workin' in a fuckin' diner (yeah, yeah, yeah) | 
| Bitch I been the flame, I just need a lighter (need a lighter) | 
| I’m a doer all these bitches lookin' like some mighters (yeah) | 
| With the touch I got the Midas (I got the Midas) | 
| Drinkin' Ace of Spades, you drinkin' apple cider (apple cider) | 
| When I see that hoe, I’ma fuckin' fight her (I'ma fuckin' fight her) | 
| Mike Tyson (huh?), I’ma fuckin' bite her (bitch, yuh) | 
| Huh, shit! | 
| Where my lighter? | 
| (where my lighter?) | 
| I know that I’ll be the best, Ion need no title (ion need no title) | 
| Walk up in the ring, who my fuckin' rival? | 
| (who my rival?) | 
| Nigga fuck that, go grab the rifle (huh, huh, yeah) | 
| Spray the champagne, my nigga’s get to wildin' (woah, yeah!) | 
| Got your bitch mad, she saying we childish (yeah, huh, yeah) | 
| I’m just tryna flex on anyone who doubt it (woah, woah, woah) | 
| Your jewelry fake boy, it’s lookin' real cloudy (Rico, Rico, yeah) | 
| I’m fresh to death, my outfit 'bout to have a bounty (Sugar Trap, Rico, yeah!) | 
| Walk up in the club, they don’t pat down me (huh, yeah, yeah) | 
| I’m gettin' money while these bitches out here lounging (yeah, woah, yeah) | 
| Been workin' all week, my bank account astounding | 
| Sm-smoking Key Lime OG (OG) | 
| And this car got two seats (two seats) | 
| When-when I hop out it dank (it dank) | 
| You-you can smell it on me (on me) | 
| Handle that shit myself (myself) | 
| I ain’t gon' call police (police) | 
| Keep that bitch on a leash (leash) | 
| Or keep that bitch from 'round me (from round me) | 
| Sm-smoking Key Lime OG (OG) | 
| And this car got two seats (two seats) | 
| When-when I hop out it dank (it dank) | 
| You-you can smell it on me (on me) | 
| Handle that shit myself (myself) | 
| I ain’t gon' call police (police) | 
| Keep that bitch on a leash (keep that bitch) | 
| Or keep that bitch from 'round me (Yuh) | 
| Yeah, yeah | 
| Smoking Key Lime OG | 
| And this car got two seats (Rico) | 
| When I hop out it dank | 
| You can smell it on me (on me) | 
| Handle that (Rico) shit myself (Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico) | 
| I ain’t gon' call police (when I hop out) | 
| Keep that bitch on a leash (woah) | 
| Yeah, yeah |