Like, this is some professional, like And this, this shit is in different areas What the fuck? This ain't no homemade shit Umm, uh, Rico Kenny! What the fuck?
People keep tryna test my gangster Pull up on your block with a mask like Jason I don't really got no patience I can never wait on a nigga to come save me, yeah (What, what) This pussy gon' drive you crazy (Uh) Ridin' in a new all black Mercedes (What) Eyes real low so my vision's too hazy (What) In a black Benz like it's Driving Miss Daisy (Huh, yeah) Rico, are you crazy? (woah, um?) I don't know, maybe (Woah) Take the air out you, Tom Brady I do this shit on the daily, I don't ask for shit, I demand it Windows rolled down, hotboxin' in traffic Sauce keep leakin' on me, yeah, I need a bandage Fans get behind me, then my niggas gon' handle 'em Sit down if you can't stand it
All these bitches sound like Rico Big money, been had a cheat code Bitch, I ball hard, no free throw Got my own money, I don't need yours All these bitches sound like Rico Big money, been had a cheat code Bitch, I ball hard, no free throw Got my own money, I don't need yours
Damn it, I'm crippin' Treat you like guns, put you up if I ain't feeling you I just wanna know why all these bitches so predictable (Woah) I can never be typical Don't come out the house unless I'm wearin' something whimsical From where I made it out, they lookin' at me like a miracle (Yeah) Don't say shit that you don't mean 'cause I'm literal If you put your money up to mine, your money miniature Game over, waste it, finish it, rub it in your face if you ain't listenin' Diamonds on me wet, I'm like a fisherman I do the shit you can't do with no middleman People keep sayin' that I'm rude, I don't give a shit Stop comparin' me to bitches I'm better than Rico goin' hard again, go ahead and tell a friend I be the tension all in the room like an elephant Walk up in the club and make it rain like the weatherman Money layin' everywhere, I ain't ever playin' fair You don't wanna take it there, she told me to go to hell I told her, "I'll see you there", life was a nightmare Turned it to a fairy tale, five star hotel No more motel, eat no oxtail Bitches on my coattail, singin' to the money like I was Adele I like it all to myself, I don't share, say she ain't like me, bitch I don't give a fuck
All these bitches sound like Rico Big money, been had a cheat code Bitch, I ball hard, no free throw Got my own money, I don't need yours All these bitches sound like Rico Big money, been had a cheat code Bitch, I ball hard, no free throw Got my own money, I don't need yours (Woah, woah)
All these bitches sound like (Huh, yeah) Big money, been had a cheat code (Huh, what) Bitch, I ball hard, no free throw (Huh, yeah) Got my own money, I don't need yours (What) Why these bitches sound like Rico? (Huh, yeah) Big money, been had a (Yeah, what, what, what) Bitch, I ball hard, no free throw (Huh, what) This ain't no homemade shit
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Compositores: Harrison Bauer Rodrigues (BMI), Kenneth Charles Iii Blume (Kenny Beats) (BMI), Malik Anthony Foxx Parker (BMI), Maria-cecilia Simone Kelly (ASCAP)Editor: Craz Thoughts Publishing (BMI)Administração: Annuity Songs (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #43364335 em 17/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM