Bishop Rice

[Verse 1]
I whip a funky mix, you say I'm serving base
Pushin' cake, I count a hundred racks or better
Finest leathers on display
I do this shit with ease, I keep it P, you niggas play
Ain't got no dough, still living with your bitch
What a disgrace
Your father should've bust you on your momma face
These niggas life be like a treadmill, they just run in place
This that new Rice that get you right, I got exquisite taste
These struggle rappers, they be hoardin', waste of fuckin' space
Your wife, I fuck her face
Your life's a fuckin' waste
Need I remind you, I'm big timing in these fuckin' states
Need I rem- Hold on, hold on (Never can say goodbye)
(Let the nigga Mike Jack sing to 'em real quick
Bring it back on these niggas)
I got designer on my mind, you niggas' talk is cheap
I'm on an island, on recliners, staying sucka free
My bitch a dime, she rockin' diamonds, ain't no touching me
(You already know what it is, I'm a non-contact sport nigga Thousand dollar minks on
You niggas will never feel shit like this in your life, you dig
In your motherfucking life)

[Outro]
Aye go to work, aye go to work
Aye go to work, well I'ma need that
Aye go to work, aye go to work
Aye go to work, well I'ma need that
Aye go to work, aye go to work
Aye go to work, well I'ma need that
Aye go to work, aye go to work
Aye go to work, well I'ma need that