lyrics:

Went to the bank to deposit a check
Link up with Frank and I’m live on the set (go)
Play with the boy, you get hit with the Tec’
Mans got bodied, so pay your respects (yeah)

This a Maybach, not the regular Benz (phew)
I’m known in UK, so I’m cool in the ends (yeah)
Shoutout to Migos, cause we set the trends (yeah)
Had to make sure all the money came in (ayy, ayy)

Give me that tempo, I feel like Harleezy (woo)
I slickback the hair, think I’m twinnin’ G-Eazy (yeah)
He put me on game, swear this is too easy
My shooters all making ‘em dance, C Breezy (ayy)

I’m from the city, I’m smoking the loose leaves
Always pull up with my chain swinging loose (damn)
I don’t got time for these people, excuse me
Hold an event at the pent’ till like 2 (woo)

I got like 2 or 3 hoes and they all on my phone for a new song (what?)
‘Member days, used to trap in a Tucson 
This ain’t news, they know I’ve been gone
Y’all can’t stay sober for too long (yeah)

I’m at full high, know you heard me, ayy
Flying G5 at 55,000 feet up and we’re headed to Turkey

When I land, we might dine on a turkey (damn)
Clean my white pairs of 1s, they got dirty (woah)
I know all of my engines are gnarly
LaFerrari, the Lamb’ or the Harley (skrrt)

No more flexing, let’s switch up the flow (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Soon as I get what I want, I’ma go
None of these youngins can’t stand up, they hoes (ayy)
Cause I’m boutta climb up the tree like a pro (yeah, woo)

Woah, believe that
Don’t think anybody else could see that (go)
I’ma get to getting where the P’s at (yeah)
Pushing P, I remember what G said (Wunna)

For the big competition, I might sent the goons on a mission
He diss and I make him go missing (for real)
I spent like 25k on a Birkin today
I told her to stay out her feelings

Hurried and

Went to the bank to deposit a check (woo)
Link up with Frank and I’m live on the set
Play with the boy, you get hit with the Tec’
Mans got bodied, so pay your respects

This a Maybach, not the regular Benz
I’m known in UK, so I’m cool in the ends
Shoutout to Migos, cause we set the trends
Had to make sure all the money came in (go)

To the bank to deposit a check (damn, ayy)
Link up with Frank and I’m live on the set (damn)
Play with the boy, you get hit with the Tec’ (you get hit with the Tec’)
Mans got bodied, so pay your respects (so pay your respects)

This a Maybach, not the regular Benz (skrrt)
I’m known in UK, so I’m cool in the ends (yeah)
Shoutout to Migos, cause we set the trends (ayy, yeah, yeah)
Had to make sure all the money came in

Grrt
Yeah, keep it real
I already told you
But that’s just how we do it, ayy

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lyrics (took 3 hours to go over what i was saying):

(Turn me up, slime)
 
I’m gonna freestyle on this one
Claim a few body bags, I got some shit to address
Woah, yeah
Okay, look

Shoutout to Sants
I’m somewhere out in Paris, I’ve been eating these croissants
She shut the mall down, she get whatever she wants
She finds Hermes appeasing, bought a Birkin with the crocodile skin for this season

She too damn fine, that’s a good enough reason
Bitch, I know that I’m the realest, never been no one cheap
Had to spent about 17 mill on the Urus
Kitted with the big body, but it’s ready to skeet

Find it hard, tryna fuel the rage
They kept a dragon in a cage and poked it, now it’s awake
My foot is lifted off the brakes, I swear ain’t nobody safe
And this record's for the Migos, homie, shoutout to Take’

On my mama, I’ve been famous and I’m going to places
That’s so exquisite I can’t even fucking spell the location
Accumulate what I needed and I had to be patient
Carved my path and stacked the cash, headed straight for the greatness

Hating me cause I didn’t dance with her for the cotillion
Plenty other options, but she thought that I was feeling her
Forget what you were feeling and the prom because I’m really him
Spent 100 thou‘ in Sofitel before I counted up a million

WonderRay strapped up, shooters on go, all the opps getting clapped up
Fuck a record label, don’t like working with these rappers
Prada dry-cleaned, ain’t no clothes in the hamper
All this lil’ petty ass talk got me amped up

All these big ass cuban links on me got me clamped up
Jeans made the back-view so big and we all gassed up
Critics hit my phone, they say I tried and pulled a fast one
Only put out hits, this shit is better than my last one


All respect for Q, that boy went through all the motions
Went through all the struggles of the rumors and commotions
Under influence of fakes all throughout his circle
I might beat them till they purple

What you waiting for? Let’s get it

C’s for all the Chanel that was purchased
H is for the Hell that you put him through on purpose
R is for the risks you took, why did he befriend a crook?
S is for the stupid shit you did that made him hurting

I meant what I said
All that gym shit might fool you and get to your head
I’ll just have to calm down and repeat what I said
Catch a body with the bros, means you might end up dead

On gang, AP bust down, CM, hunch down
BM bussing out, double M rolling out
Lifestyle perpetuated, grade 10 educated
Red Button flow, I’m pushin’ B on all the haters

Stand up for the Hall-of-Famers

Used to call me lame, pussy, tell me who you think’s the greatest?
Old ways, new money, swear this shit is never changing
Do it both hands, no, I ain’t talking ‘bout masturbating
Head upside down, think her blood pressure is elevating

Won’t get back at Chris even if he replies
Just letting you know if he does, then he dies
Bodied by the greatest rapper alive
Musical guy since 2009

Yeah
And that’s just how we do it
Tao the only, reppin’ the ‘63, that’s the nation
Combination, grrah, yeah

RICO Freestyle

lyrics:

Yeah, woo (M-M-Maybach Music)
Woah, woah

My money’s prevalent, spent my latest check just for the hell of it
Yasmine got that ass and some cash, had to let her in
Giving me her brain, guess she probably intelligent
Homicide interrogations, you know I ain’t tell ‘em shit

It’s mass murder, they all fainting when I’m walking up
Cash the only topic for discussion, bitch, I’m popping up
On a light day, we might pull up in Ferrari’s
Spend like 700 thousand on Bacardi at the party

Critics give excuses, I don’t want another sorry
Hit ‘em with the symbiote like Venom, Tom Hardy
Steady grinding for the dawgs, doesn’t matter what’s the cost
Just another sunny day, I might buy another car, huh

Double M, I’m not talking ‘bout producer tags
Cape on me, walking ‘round like Superman
She a diva, had to satisfy her ego
I’m a bad boy for life, but I still could be a hero

I don’t fumble bags, I got hoes out in Rio
I fit three in a two-seater, that’s a motherfucking trio
So much of this cheddar, you would think I’m eating Cheetos
‘Member bank account had nothing, now it’s filled with all these zeroes

I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
I plan the shots, I call the calls
We in this bitch, it’s goin’ down
Yeah, I’m the king, now where’s my muhfucking crown?

Bitch, I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
Bitch, I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
Bitch, I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
I plan the shots, I call the calls, hey


No pillars of foundation in this generation
I could maybe be the first one that could ever make it
This not a song, this a record to address the nation
It’s been a long wait like it’s anticipation


How dare you claim to be the greatest? That’s really audacious
God put these dudes in my spot as a test of my patience
2-piece blunt keep my mind at peace
Feeling like a doctor bringing in the patients

Peep the roof lights of the car, I’m chasing the stars
I’m the one that keep the world revolving, it’s ours
You ain’t talking ‘bout my dawgs, who you talking ‘bout?
Bars filling up my stomach, guess who’s talking now?

Locked in, got the keys to the lockpin
Went and bought the Cullinan and I hopped in
Then I bought the Dodge Skat, I’m a muscle man
Stat double-plat, bet you I could double that

I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
I plan the shots, I call the calls
We in this bitch, it’s goin’ down
Yeah, I’m the king, now where’s my muhfucking crown?

Bitch, I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
Bitch, I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
Bitch, I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
I plan the shots, I call the calls, hey

Coming back around, this the greatest time
You know I’m a soldier, fight my opps until the day I die
I remember when I cried, hoping I could settle all this pain that I felt inside
Hoping I could right all of my wrongs and be rectified

Say they tried and tested, and I testified
They ain’t thuggin’, all these rappers buggin’, call ‘em pesticides
LCX the next in line, Quentin is solidified
Big ups to the home team, CSA till end of time

Pinky ring 25, Audemars 70
Heard the news ‘bout COVID, just had to sip on the remedy
Top 5 for newest out, everybody’s enemy
Body after body like I was reading an elegy

On God, I never fumbled the ball
No money under my name and I still was standing tall
Shoutout to Meek Milly and Ricky Ross
From this day forward, I’m never taking a loss

I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
I plan the shots, I call the calls
We in this bitch, it’s goin’ down
Yeah, I’m the king, now where’s my muhfucking crown?

Bitch, I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
Bitch, I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
Bitch, I’m a boss, bitch, I’m a boss
I plan the shots, I call the calls, hey

(M-M-Maybach Music)

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