[Ritchie with a T:]
Yup, what's goodie?
I'm the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
Yerp! Get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
I'ma make you work, get busy

[Cakes Da Killa:]
Yo, let me talk my shit, ahaha
Ugh, from a college dorm to a suite in Chile
Getting drink tickets in my Mishka hoodie
To a MAC sponsor just to up my pretty
Fees is changing so I'm high-saditty
Avoiding fake fuckers who claim they fucking with me
Dickriders trying to match my witty
Had to cleanse my palate, appetite too picky
All this "hit me, get me" got my mood all pissy
Foreign labels keep me feeling frisky
Steady hating, what's the ishy?
I'm the MVP so bitches cannot bench me
Groupies on me when I'm in they city
Bet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinky
Feeling cocky, iced out the pinky
And if you kiss the don, don't leave no hickies, yup!

[Ritchie with a T:]
Yup, what's goodie?
I'm the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
Yerp! Get to work, get busy
Do it 'til it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
I'ma make you work, get busy

[Ritchie with a T