MellowHype, Frank Ocean - Rico lyrics
[MellowHype, Frank Ocean - Rico lyrics]
We in the studio i said, we in the studio
Is this mic on? Check, check
I'm thankful for my position I
Was given in life
Cause I know some people living
Who ain't living this life
Read about starved children who
Ain't eating this right
Drug lords declare war
Selling cheaper the price
Stunting dummy drug money
Yeah them sneakers is nice
Get your swag from the blacks
Selling bags of the white
Niggas can't get a job, so we self-employed
If the coppers come a-knocking
We gon' help that boy bail money
Welcome back home out of jail money
White girl pale money
Sunny when we sell money
See seashell money, we sell money
Rain, hail money, heaven what the hell money
Dusty paper, stale money
I thought they restricted it
Did for most people but we
Out here getting it
Bunch of hands under her dress
We get the feeling that she's faded
And she's willing screaming Wolf
Gang, whip me off, get me off
The sex, it turns to children
Then the children turn to villains
Villain wolves screaming kill them all
Fuck 'em all and that go for anybody
That come around here
That ain't from around here
Ho, you too, you ain't special
Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all
She handles herself with class
She got a nice ass but she
Can't run no games on me
She claim to like the stores and the clothes
Jeans bleached with the holes
But she can't get my bank homie
Too smart is no good
If she smart for no good it's so good
She can't flaunt her thing on me
She can be full of swag, drive a Jag
Poppin' tags on the Ave but she
Can't get her cake from me
That sounded like the hook I threw at her
And the swag I reeled her in
Said she came to feel me in
When she really came to fill me in
Like baby what's the deal with
It? Seem to be attracted
By the fiancee and finance that
No wifey concealin' it
Dealin' with life's shuffle, then fold
Dippin' with the duffles I hold
If we are a couple, let's go
To the place where we lead in
The life to some sleep
Bring the pipe, blow the weed
Punchlines to be received
Is this mic on? Check, check
I'm thankful for my position I
Was given in life
Cause I know some people living
Who ain't living this life
Read about starved children who
Ain't eating this right
Drug lords declare war
Selling cheaper the price
Stunting dummy drug money
Yeah them sneakers is nice
Get your swag from the blacks
Selling bags of the white
Niggas can't get a job, so we self-employed
If the coppers come a-knocking
We gon' help that boy bail money
Welcome back home out of jail money
White girl pale money
Sunny when we sell money
See seashell money, we sell money
Rain, hail money, heaven what the hell money
Dusty paper, stale money
I thought they restricted it
Did for most people but we
Out here getting it
Bunch of hands under her dress
We get the feeling that she's faded
And she's willing screaming Wolf
Gang, whip me off, get me off
The sex, it turns to children
Then the children turn to villains
Villain wolves screaming kill them all
Fuck 'em all and that go for anybody
That come around here
That ain't from around here
Ho, you too, you ain't special
Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all
She handles herself with class
She got a nice ass but she
Can't run no games on me
She claim to like the stores and the clothes
Jeans bleached with the holes
But she can't get my bank homie
Too smart is no good
If she smart for no good it's so good
She can't flaunt her thing on me
She can be full of swag, drive a Jag
Poppin' tags on the Ave but she
Can't get her cake from me
That sounded like the hook I threw at her
And the swag I reeled her in
Said she came to feel me in
When she really came to fill me in
Like baby what's the deal with
It? Seem to be attracted
By the fiancee and finance that
No wifey concealin' it
Dealin' with life's shuffle, then fold
Dippin' with the duffles I hold
If we are a couple, let's go
To the place where we lead in
The life to some sleep
Bring the pipe, blow the weed
Punchlines to be received