Rico Nasty - Ricostyle lyrics
[Rico Nasty - Ricostyle lyrics]
Hmmmmm
All these bitches mad, I just wanna get a bag
All these bitches mad, ohh
Oh yeah (rico, rico, rico, rico, yeah)
I got this snake on my shit
Bitch this that new Gucci
You can't get shit past me
Who you think you fooling?
Smoking on this Cali gas, it got me too woozy
Niggas acting too much
Remind me of George Cloony
Yuh, boss shit, I feel like Rick Ross bitch
I wake up when I want to
I don't gotta clock in
New in my closet, need to call a locksmith
Stop blowing up my phone you'll end
Up on the block list
Watch it, I know that they all be watching
Even the haters watching
Do anything to stop it
They mug me when I walk in
VIP I walk in, bad bitches they flocking
Bank rolls in my pocket
Who you thing you fooling?
(Who you think you fooling)
This that new shit, this my groove bitch
Keep a tool yeah, two two three bitch
Hit you clean bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They saying I got so mean over time
They saying they don't know me over time
Press rewind, just press rewind
I remember when I couldn't even rhyme
I remember when they was all hating
But that paper I was chasing
I remember when my mama told
Me to stay patient
Yeah, now I'm patient, I'm caking
When I look up at the stars I see myself
'Cause I'm who I wanna be, yeah
Wouldn't wanna be anybody else
I can only see me
No I can't see nobody else
Put you pride up on the shelf
I'm a boss bitch and I got it out the mud
Now I'm flossing
So you hating 'cause you broke
It's okay girl, it's okay, it's okay
That you late and I'm paid, smoking grade A
Ever day is pay day
Baby what you waiting for?
Why are you saving whores? Baby go hop aboard
Whenever I shoot I score, yeah
Just look up at the board
You see my score and I'm winning
This a freestyle bitch
Bitches always hating on that
Sugar trap shit, no
Bitches tryna copycat my sugar trap shit
I got it out the mud
I don't ever need no clique
I ain't never need no dude to
Tell me what to do
I never needed you to make me comfortable
I'm telling you
Whoever screaming that they put me on
They lost
I put myself on, and look, now I'm a boss
Yeah, yeah, haha, yeah shoutout my manager
Yeah, yeah, bullets'll handle ya
Yeah, yeah, my bitches bad as fuck
Yeah, yeah, haha, yeah, yeah
I got two new phones so you can't call me
Five grand and blue Benjis falling
Right at my feet i'm grinding, AM shining
I'm who you wanna be
And if you hating on me bitch
See yo ass in the streets like yuh
Haha, sugar trap
I'm a bad bitch
Ya'll could follow me Twitter
'cause I'm mad rich
I'm a bad bitch, follow me on Instagram
Rico Nasty
All these bitches mad, I just wanna get a bag
All these bitches mad, ohh
Oh yeah (rico, rico, rico, rico, yeah)
I got this snake on my shit
Bitch this that new Gucci
You can't get shit past me
Who you think you fooling?
Smoking on this Cali gas, it got me too woozy
Niggas acting too much
Remind me of George Cloony
Yuh, boss shit, I feel like Rick Ross bitch
I wake up when I want to
I don't gotta clock in
New in my closet, need to call a locksmith
Stop blowing up my phone you'll end
Up on the block list
Watch it, I know that they all be watching
Even the haters watching
Do anything to stop it
They mug me when I walk in
VIP I walk in, bad bitches they flocking
Bank rolls in my pocket
Who you thing you fooling?
(Who you think you fooling)
This that new shit, this my groove bitch
Keep a tool yeah, two two three bitch
Hit you clean bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They saying I got so mean over time
They saying they don't know me over time
Press rewind, just press rewind
I remember when I couldn't even rhyme
I remember when they was all hating
But that paper I was chasing
I remember when my mama told
Me to stay patient
Yeah, now I'm patient, I'm caking
When I look up at the stars I see myself
'Cause I'm who I wanna be, yeah
Wouldn't wanna be anybody else
I can only see me
No I can't see nobody else
Put you pride up on the shelf
I'm a boss bitch and I got it out the mud
Now I'm flossing
So you hating 'cause you broke
It's okay girl, it's okay, it's okay
That you late and I'm paid, smoking grade A
Ever day is pay day
Baby what you waiting for?
Why are you saving whores? Baby go hop aboard
Whenever I shoot I score, yeah
Just look up at the board
You see my score and I'm winning
This a freestyle bitch
Bitches always hating on that
Sugar trap shit, no
Bitches tryna copycat my sugar trap shit
I got it out the mud
I don't ever need no clique
I ain't never need no dude to
Tell me what to do
I never needed you to make me comfortable
I'm telling you
Whoever screaming that they put me on
They lost
I put myself on, and look, now I'm a boss
Yeah, yeah, haha, yeah shoutout my manager
Yeah, yeah, bullets'll handle ya
Yeah, yeah, my bitches bad as fuck
Yeah, yeah, haha, yeah, yeah
I got two new phones so you can't call me
Five grand and blue Benjis falling
Right at my feet i'm grinding, AM shining
I'm who you wanna be
And if you hating on me bitch
See yo ass in the streets like yuh
Haha, sugar trap
I'm a bad bitch
Ya'll could follow me Twitter
'cause I'm mad rich
I'm a bad bitch, follow me on Instagram
Rico Nasty