[Chorus: Ritchie with a T]Eeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeahEeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeahEeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeahEeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeah[Post-Chorus: Ritchie with a T]Ah! We made itAh! We made it[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]Damn, oh shit, yeahAin’t nobody really fuck with your shit, yeahYou ain’t really, really made no hits, yeahMe? Shit, I made “Oh Shit!!!,” yeahThey created your ass with a plan, broFrom clothes to the pics to the fans, yoSee they love what you make, not what you stand forGot they black Pinocchio with the round nosePost him up in the mall for a fucking photoDon’t let him team up, make that nigga soloAsk the the hood what they think: “Man, that nigga so-so”We don’t care who your daddy, like that nigga JoJoThey going to do what it take to make some fucking mo' doughNew trends, new ends, revenue get slo-moAin’t nobody really care about that nigga no moreLet him go, drop him off, make that nigga go[Chorus: Ritchie with a T]Eeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeahEeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeahEeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeahEeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeah[Post-Chorus: Ritchie with a T]Ah! We made itAh! Ah! Ah! We made it[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]So you want to be a rap star?You think lyrics and dope beats will really get you that far?Shit, I wish that’s all that it tookIt’s way more than a catchy ass hookDon’t know the right people, you ain’t getting no looksIf it was that easy, we’d be getting more looksThen you got these dudes that thinking they RamboBut truthful ya’ll just looking like sambo’sWould you dance for a dollar? “Yeah, yeah, yeah”Might as well be a stripper then, uhSell your soul for a buck? “Yeah, yeah, yeah”Well, damn, go get it thenMan, this music shit so demandin'Not even on and lost so many damn friendsAll this lack of sleep and hella planningIf you think you got what it takes, then put your hands in like[Chorus: Ritche with a T]Eeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeahEeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeahEeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeahEeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeahCatch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeahCouple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeahWho’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeah[Post-Chorus: Ritchie with a T]Ah! We made itAh! Ah! Ah! We made it