Ricardo - 88GLAM

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 b’s up

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

Feelin' 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