R.I.C.O. (feat. Drake)

Yeah

Views, views, views

Yeah, yeah, alright

Old ways, new women, gotta keep a balance

The girl of your dreams, to me, is prolly not a challenge

I've been counted out so many times, I couldn't count it

Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryna count it

To the people that think that I owe you shit

Payback's a bitch and you know that shit

Y'all **** gettin' too old for this

Please don't think nobody notices

I've been up for way too many days

Y'all sleep enough for me anyway

Y'all don't be doin' shit anyway

Y'all are not true to this anyway

OVO, East End, Reps Up, we might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.

Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothin' illegal

I go make fifty million, then I give some millions to my people

They gon' go Tony Montana and cop them some Shaq at the free throws

But they're from the way, fam, there's not much to say, fam

They told me to tell you, you mans are some wastemans

And stay in your place, fam

My dad is from Memphis, and I am the king

I should probably just move into Graceland

Madonna's a ting I know, and I'm the king of pop, I'm buildin' Never-Never-Land

How he hate me when I never met the man, woo

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.

Meek Milly

'Cause we in the field with them birds like we play for the Eagles

I'm on probation, so let me not talk what's illegal, switch it up

Today I woke up with my dream girl, she rich as a Beatle

For my teachers that said I wouldn't make it here

I spend a day what you make a year

I had to drop this to make it clear

That I got it locked like Jamaican hair

All these choppers poppin', **** wildin', violence

Why we even gotta take it here?

Why we even gotta play these games?

Run up on me, catch a facial there

It's the Chasers, what you thought?

I come through my block like I'm R.I.C.O

Poppin' a wheelie, no squealie, can't talk to the cops, that's illegal

I was like more a Rich Porter, no double-crossin' on my peoples

I take a M to the table and split it with my **** equal

I'm back on that hood shit, yeah, that wish you would shit

I'm talkin' that cross you, that fade you fourth quarter like Jordan

We back on that Bulls shit

We came up from nothin'

We started on lists' most wanted, but now it's the Forbes list

We really was doin' shit

I can hear echoes from feds on this beat from informants

I think they recordin'

Listen, you hear that?

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O.