Lyrics Ricardo - 88GLAM

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 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