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[Intro: Ritchie With a T]EhhEhh[Hook: Ritchie With a T]Yup, what’s goodie?I’m the hottest around, my cityI got all the sounds, got plentyYou should ask around, my cityYerp! Get to work, get busyDo it until it hurt, get busyYou should go berserk, get busyI'ma make you work, get busy[Verse 1: Cakes Da Killa]Yo, let me talk my shit, ahahaUgh, from a college dorm to a suite in ChileGetting drink tickets in my Mishka hoodieTo a MAC sponsor just to up my prettyFees is changing so I’m high-sadittyAvoiding fake fuckers who claim they fucking with meDickriders trying to match my wittyHad to cleanse my palate, appetite too pickyAll this "hit me, get me" got my mood all pissyForeign labels keep me feeling friskySteady hating, what’s the ishy?I’m the MVP so bitches cannot bench meGroupies on me when I’m in they cityBet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinkyFeeling cocky, iced out the pinkyAnd if you kiss the don, don’t leave no hickies, yup![Hook: Ritchie With a T]Yup, what’s goodie?I’m the hottest around, my cityI got all the sounds, got plentyYou should ask around, my cityYerp! Get to work, get busyDo it 'til it hurt, get busyYou should go berserk, get busyI'ma make you work, get busy[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T & Steppa J. Groggs]See? Yup, what’s goodie yoBeen the hottest round since a nigga ate CheeriosMan, Parker flipping shit like his ass Rey MysterioYeah, 619! Yeah, that use to be the area codeNow a nigga been all around like a Mary-goTurn this shit loud if you hear it on the stereoA nigga about to go José CansecoYa a nigga about to go Jose, shit’s scary, yoRemember when they were like “Oh shit, you on the radio!”Now these niggas like “Oh, Groggs? That nigga very old”We be like, “Chill out, nigga, hear me out”You just mad there’s only ten likes on your videoYeah, but there’s like twenty niggas standing in your videoHow that work out? That’s a 50/50 ratioYou just that bad, nigga, you might have to let it goYeah, yeah, and that hairline, nigga, you might have to let it go[Hook: Ritchie With a T]Yeah! What’s goodie?I’m the hottest around, my cityI got all the sounds, got plentyYou should ask around, my cityYerp! Get to work, get busyDo it 'til it hurt, get busyYou should go berserk, get busyI'ma make you work, get busyErp! What's goodie?I’m the hottest around, my cityI got all the sounds, got plentyYou should ask around, my cityYerp! Get to work, get busyDo it 'til it hurt, get busyYou should go berserk, get busyI'ma make you work, get busy[Bridge: Ritchie With a T]What’s goodie?My cityGot plentyMy cityGet busyGet busyGet busyWhat’s goodie?[Verse 3: Ritchie with a T]Yup, what’s really good?I’m the hottest motherfucker in my neighborhoodEven if I came to yours, yo, I probably wouldOkay, maybe not if you live in HollywoodI might pull up, I might skrrt offIn the Pathfinder with the Birks onOr the 4Runner with the Hares onAnd your girl still mad I cut my hair offCause it’s Ritchie with a motherfuckin' TI got a classic tape, plus a degreeOkay, not yet, I need another yearI’ll have another classic, plus my Grandma’s cheersI ain’t tryna be no motherfucking engineerI’ma get my mom a crib with a rap careerAnd a 6 series, make the roof disappearSo she can never say “There ain’t no fucking room in here," yup!