Ricky Rick - ZRX

(ZRX bouta take off like a rocket)
(Uh)
Yeah, uh, this ZRX bouta take off like a rocket
Spent $30k on a new hemi, I bought it
These niggas keep talkin' bout racks but I got em
Yeah
Baby come over we ain't havin' no party
I won't do too much talkin' i'll show you i'm bout it
My closet a jet, i'm too fly like a pilot
She look at me like God, yeah she think of me highly
Uh, Yeah
I'm tryna get rich like i'm Roddy
I'm in a hemi i'm smashing the throttle
He still hittin' his neighbors, i'm hittin' a model
Yeah
Baby come over, we ain't havin' no party
I won't do too much talkin' i'll touch on your body
Wonder why she keep drooling, these racks in my pocket
She look at me like God, yeah she think of me highly
I keep eyeing the Bitcoin, this shit bouta dip again
I just dumped at the safety, next morning it'll flip again
I been workin' real hard, tryna put ma up in a benz
Pockets filled with them dead guys, don't think that I need a friend
Why the market keep crashing, i'm stackin' them racks just look under my mattress
If he ain't gettin' money he stupid like Patrick
Flipped the Bitcoin three times in one day, that's a hat trick
Walk into Saks and they know that i'm havin'
Had to let go of a 5 star, she wouldn't stop naggin'
Racks pullin' down my pants, grandma told me stop saggin'
I'm on my to put racks in the bank, I ain't flashin'
Uh, imma pull off in a V8
Shawdy come here, why you fuckin' with a cheapskate?
Now she hoppin' in my car, cause a nigga really keep cake
He only made 3 this month, I made that in like 3 days
(Yeah, uh)
This ZRX bouta take off like a rocket
Spent $30k on a new hemi, I bought it
These niggas keep talkin' bout racks but I got em
Yeah
Baby come over we ain't havin' no party
I won't do too much talkin' i'll show you i'm bout it
My closet a jet, i'm too fly like a pilot
She look at me like God, yeah she think of me highly
Uh, Yeah
I'm tryna get rich like i'm Roddy
I'm in a hemi i'm smashing the throttle
He still hittin' his neighbors, i'm hittin' a model
Yeah
Baby come over, we ain't havin' no party
I won't do too much talkin' i'll touch on your body
Wonder why she keep drooling, these racks in my pocket
She look at me like God, yeah she think of me highly

Written by:
Rick Walker

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