(Intro – Rick Ross)
Who at the door?
Put the money up
I’ma be done kilt one of these ni**as round here man
Who dat is?
Uhhhhh

(Verse 1 – Rick Ross)
I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Parking bean projects where the killers be
Can’t be talking out loud or ni**as getting shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my ni**as out the scott snagged the quick slop
Swear to god I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growing up at risco they called us piss poor
Realest ni**a in the city, let a bi**h know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, ni**as front with these dracos
Walk up on em with the forty and the case closed
Double M the label with the most pesos
I bought a condo and that bi**h got eight floors

(Chorus – Rick Ross)
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
Richest ni**a in the city so she on my d**k
It make sense, she on my d**k
Making moves in the city so she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
I’m making moves, she on my d**k

(Verse 2 – Gucci Mane)
I get a rush when I see these bi**hes watching me
It’s like a high when I see these bi**hes jocking me
She on my d**k like she heard what I’m ordering
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my d**k like she seen some she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghing

(Chorus – Rick Ross)
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
Richest ni**a in the city, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She see my moves, she on my d**k
The richest ni**a, yeah she on my d**k

(Verse 3 – Rick Ross)
Baby girl do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a ni**a still dealing cocaine
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle every time you ni**as flatline
Lot of bi**hes but I focus on my fab five
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
Bi**h ass nappy girl, you need that rich s**t
It take real heart to wanna be a rich bi**h
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich bi**h
Run with a ni**a with some money out in Memphis
She was posting pictures of the gifts that he would gift her
But the pu**y goes to the richest ni**a
And guess what? Rozay is that ni**a!

(Chorus – Rick Ross)
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
Richest ni**a in the city, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She on my d**k, she on my d**k
She see my moves, she on my d**k
The richest ni**a, yeah she on my d**k