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 sh*t, slide to the hood, drop off a bag and leave
Yeah, I smoke rapper weed, that sh*t that trappers need
Ayy, we the reason n*ggas 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
n*ggas 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 b*tch, boy, I"m out her league
I ain't beefin' with no n*ggas 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
b*tch, you a rat, you ain't f*ckin' 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 f*ck in the morning
Yeah, I'm in love with blues like I'm Corbin
Kits, you can't afford them, b*tches, 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
b*tch, 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 f*ck around and take a hit 'fore I be down again
All my n*ggas '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 pus*y on your n*gga, he'll be back again
Stupid b*tch, what the f*ck you sayin'?
b*tch, f*ck smackin' you, I'll smack your man
Man, f*ck 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 b*tches bleed
And how the f*ck you b*tches loyal but be switchin' teams?
Your n*gga wishin' he can f*ck, I got him chasin' dreams
I think these n*ggas only talk because the sh*t is free
I dare you name another b*tch 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, b*tch, mil' on me