[Hook:]
Yup, what's goodie
I'm the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
You should get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
Imma make you work, get busy
[Verse 1: Cakes Da k**a]
Yo, let me talk my sh**
From a college dorm to 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 sanity
Avoiding f** f**ers who claim they f**ing with me
Dick riders trying to match my witty
Had to cleanse my palate appetite too picky
All this Henny in me got my mood all pissy
Foreign labels keep me feeling frisky
Steady hating, what's the ishy?
I'm the MVP so b**hes cannot bench me
Groupies on me when I'm in they city
Bet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinky
Feeling co*ky, iced out the pinky
And if you kiss the don don't leave no hickies
Yup
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T & Steppa J. Groggs]
Yup, what's goodie yo
Been the hottest round since a n***a ate Cheerios
Parker flipping sh** like his a** Rey Mysterio
619! Ya that use to be the area code
Now a n***a been all around like a Mary-go
Turn this sh** loud if you hear it on the stereo
A n***a about to go Jose Canseco
Ya a n***a about to go Jose, sh**'s scary yo
Remember when they were like “Oh sh** you on the radio!”
Now these n***as like “Oh Groggs? That n***a's very old”
We be like, “Chill out n***a hear me out”
You just mad there's only 10 likes on your video
But there's like 20 n***as standing in your video
How that work out? That's a 50/50 ratio
You just that bad n***a you might have to let it go
And that hairline n***a you might have to let it go
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
What's goodie
My city
Got plenty
My city
Get busy
Get busy
Get busy
What's goodie
[Verse 3: Ritchie with a T]
Yup, what's really good
I'm the hottest motherf**er in my neighborhood
Even if I came to yours, I probably would
Ok maybe not if you live in Hollywood
I might pull up, I might skirt off
In the Pathfinder with the Birks on
Or the 4Runner with the Hares on
And your girl still mad I cut my hair off
Cause it's Ritchie with a motherf**ing T
I got a cla**ic tape, plus a degree
Ok not yet, I got another year
I'll have another cla**ic plus my Grandma's cheers
I ain't trying to be no motherf**ing engineer
I'ma get my mom a crib with a rap career
And a 6 series make the roof disappear
So she can never say “There ain't no f**ing room in here”
Yup