Gold Chain Ricky

[Verse 1] I remember when I first saw "Fade to Black" I told my grandma I'd get a chain just like that She asked me was I trying to rap, not fucking with that Just trying trap bricks, and stack chips Cus that gold look good with a 'Lac tint In the front seat sitting with a Mac-10 Just skating, Rory Fitzpatrick Dope mathematics is all a nigga know In it for the show, yeah the money and the hoes All I ever want Posted in the hood, shit I probably never go Nigga run his mouth, then we throw him in the trunk Bet his Mama never see him again, cus we in this to win Not repented for sin, just replenish you ends When it's time to fuck with Heaven, I'll just pay to get in Spend the rest on a Benz, 5% on the tints [Hook] If I had all the money in the world, the money in the world The clothes, the cars, the girls [Verse 2] Maserati Ricky, East side king with a semi Pinstripe Dell Curry jersey's lighting 30's Block hot so we stocking chickens in the churches Sell em after service, bitch I service the community wales Old dude said I'm going to hell, nah I'm going to well Turn the castle into a crack house Bitches with they back's out, trying bring they ass out Hoping that the seed sprout, soon we'll check See that fast life's cool till it all boils over Bulletproof Rovers and two-faced chauffeurs Won't save shit from a loud gun rip When friends turn to foes on some come up shit Most niggas die tryna live that life But you never get to live that twice So cock that, right? [Hook]