Ricardo

Got a vixen by my side, she got her feet up
 While I'm counting up that money fuck a Visa
 I just made enough to call, I'm done my re-up
 Pull up in that bloody Bentley like it's biza
 Hol' up, wait, I got Selena
 You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina (pew pew)
 Hol' up, wait, I got Selena
 You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina
 And I got niggas that be riding right beside me
 Same ones that held it down while he was in that lobby
 Moving, moving yams in the staircase
 With some Jamaican drug dealers that don't fear a case
 So strong that when you sniff the dope it be like bear mace
 So strong you might as well get murder if you catch a case
 I text that hoe that I just fucked that I'ma need some space
 Already moving on my suit, in my GLAM phase
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt skrrt skrrt)
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
 Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
 Tell me where you want to meet me (brr brr)
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah I skrt off in traffic)
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match)
 When I'm creepin' through the meadows (where you at)
 In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at, where you at)
 Fuck you talkin' about?
 Me and my niggas been GLAM
 Pullin' fadeaway three's with your bitch
 Are you fuckin' stupid nigga?
 Still tappin' glass
 It's facts, nigga
 Feel me?
 Going in deep, ain't no backing out
 'Cause my wrist on fleek and my chain play cat and mouse
 Going in deep, ain't no backing out
 'Cause my wrist on fleek, but my chain play cat and mouse
 (In the Beauty and the Beast), I'm so gassed up
 Feel like Gaston, love them fast cars
 I'm so gassed up, I'm so gassed up
 Fall in love, nope, I'm no Gaspar
 Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke
 Yeah I'm lit, like it's Christmas, every time you seein' snow
 Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke
 Yeah I'm lit, like it's Christmas, when you see me, yeah, it's snow
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt skrrt skrrt)
 I go hard, Ricardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
 Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
 Tell me where you want to meet me (brr brr)
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt out in traffic)
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match)
 When I'm creepin' through the meadows (where you at)
 In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at, where you at)
 I just finished out my show, couldn't even find that
 How it feel to get a bag without a wiretap
 Feeling I not get in the kichen, get no lines back
 Pussy soft, just imagine where my minds at
 Now that foreign going skrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr
 Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert
 Now that foreign going skrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr
 Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt skrrt skrrt)
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
 Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
 Tell me where you want to meet me (brr brr)
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci
 When I'm creepin' through the meadows
 In the hungry Mitsubishi
 
 Got a vixen by my side, she got her feet up
 While I'm counting up that money fuck a Visa
 I just made enough to call, I'm done my re-up
 Pull up in that bloody Bentley like it's biza
 Hol' up, wait, I got Selena
 You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina (pew pew)
 Hol' up, wait, I got Selena
 You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina
 And I got niggas that be riding right beside me
 Same ones that held it down while he was in that lobby
 Moving, moving yams in the staircase
 With some Jamaican drug dealers that don't fear a case
 So strong that when you sniff the dope it be like bear mace
 So strong you might as well get murder if you catch a case
 I text that hoe that I just fucked that I'ma need some space
 Already moving on my suit, in my GLAM phase
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt skrrt skrrt)
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
 Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
 Tell me where you want to meet me (brr brr)
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah I skrt off in traffic)
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match)
 When I'm creepin' through the meadows (where you at)
 In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at, where you at)
 Fuck you talkin' about?
 Me and my niggas been GLAM
 Pullin' fadeaway three's with your bitch
 Are you fuckin' stupid nigga?
 Still tappin' glass
 It's facts, nigga
 Feel me?
 Going in deep, ain't no backing out
 'Cause my wrist on fleek and my chain play cat and mouse
 Going in deep, ain't no backing out
 'Cause my wrist on fleek, but my chain play cat and mouse
 (In the Beauty and the Beast), I'm so gassed up
 Feel like Gaston, love them fast cars
 I'm so gassed up, I'm so gassed up
 Fall in love, nope, I'm no Gaspar
 Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke
 Yeah I'm lit, like it's Christmas, every time you seein' snow
 Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke
 Yeah I'm lit, like it's Christmas, when you see me, yeah, it's snow
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt skrrt skrrt)
 I go hard, Ricardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
 Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
 Tell me where you want to meet me (brr brr)
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt out in traffic)
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match)
 When I'm creepin' through the meadows (where you at)
 In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at, where you at)
 I just finished out my show, couldn't even find that
 How it feel to get a bag without a wiretap
 Feeling I not get in the kichen, get no lines back
 Pussy soft, just imagine where my minds at
 Now that foreign going skrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr
 Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert
 Now that foreign going skrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr
 Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt skrrt skrrt)
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
 Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
 Tell me where you want to meet me (brr brr)
 Yeah I skrt off on the pedal
 I go hard, Riccardo Tisci
 When I'm creepin' through the meadows
 In the hungry Mitsubishi