Amigos Rico

Lyrics

[Intro: Baby Money] (Coach me, Joey) Yeah (Damn, E, this a classic) Easy money Ayy [Verse 1: Baby Money] On the twenty-seventh floor, feet up, I'm just loungin' All this money in the room, I can't move, we gotta count it See I drip in Alexander McQueen, I need a fountain (Yeah) Thirty in jewels, we really get it out the mountains [Verse 2] Broke down a bale, I bought a P, ain't even have a beam Compress the shit, slide to the hood, drop off a bag and leave Yeah, I smoke rapper weed, that shit that trappers need Ayy, we the reason niggas say that they got Cali weed [Verse 3: Baby Money] Yeah, pull the handle on the box, look like a slot machine Spent so much cheese inside of Saks, they say I had to leave The wrist a half a key, got blues like Master P [Verse 4] Land on my property, you gettin' taxed like Monopoly Niggas said they on my head, but they ain't stoppin' me We gon' slide with them sticks like a hockey team I don't want your bitch, boy, I"m out her league I ain't beefin' with no niggas that ain't got no cheese [Verse 5: Cash Kidd] Yeah, let the chopper sing like you SOB Make you walk on shells like you at the beach If I see 12, I get low like I'm Japanese Big bullets from the Drac' hit you back to back like Meek [Verse 6] Ayy, Colin Kaepernick, I shoot the Drac' while I'm on one knee Bitch, you a rat, you ain't fuckin' with my little niece I'll put three hundred on your head, but I ain't Lil Reese Blowin' money fast every day, I ain't Lil Meech [Verse 7] Yeah, big A got me snorin' Yeah, hard to fuck in the morning Yeah, I'm in love with blues like I'm Corbin Kits, you can't afford them, bitches, yeah, they foreign All my hoes, I spoil 'em, countries, I explore 'em Yeah, just fronted my junkie, he'll be back in the morning Got 'em for the nineteen, came back for the Jordan Bitch, I'm so important, 'bows get imported [Verse 8] Alex McQueen scarf around my head like I'm Taliban Yeah, we gon' slide, hop out on 'em, pull around again I fuck around and take a hit 'fore I be down again All my niggas 'bout they pape', nobody 'round me playin' [Verse 9: Baby Money] Yeah, the first shot gon' knock him off, no need for ambulance All this ice around the clique look like an avalanche Hundred choppers in the crib, feel like it's Pakistan [Verse 10: Pretty Brayah] Put this pussy on your nigga, he'll be back again Stupid bitch, what the fuck you sayin'? Bitch, fuck smackin' you, I'll smack your man Man, fuck mappin' out, we ain't got a plan We throw money in them clubs, we ain't gotta dance I think it's water in y'all veins, don't think you bitches bleed And how the fuck you bitches loyal but be switchin' teams? Your nigga wishin' he can fuck, I got him chasin' dreams I think these niggas only talk because the shit is free I dare you name another bitch who really sit with me You step to four, we knock you low and you get hit with three I have your daddy give me dome while I smoke this tree Might let your mama eat my ass, bitch, mil' on me