Drake - R.I.C.O lyrics

[Verse 1:Sinneyy] Sinneyy Count it up,Count it Up Got friends who don't trust me counting it up Cocaine in me I can feel it Numb gums,numb teeth that's how I like it My n***as can't get out of controlla b**h won't let a n***a with authority by the order I know n***as from the gutter who should hear me out But they gone quiet like they gone underground I don't want to start robbing and turn into a turner Or take things without a saye Rather tell the truth then sneak being fake I know that you don't,just say you don't like me,okay I got people who think I need look aftering I'm a grown man so stop yappering Keep things to yourself Like you should know yourself Ain't happy but i dont want the help My life feels crap anyway what have I got to lose I'm so quiet I don't know what's today's news Olympics started I don't even know What's next? I fall asleep it starts to snow I don't know much about the R.I.C.O But I listen to the three A-Migos Account balanced now to get my bank note Got a girl on my line who wants to deep throat,Right [Verse 2: Drake] Old ways, new women, gotta keep a balance The girl of your dreams to me is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times, I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryna count it To the people that think that I owe you sh** Payback's a b**h and you know that sh** Y'all n***as gettin' too old for this Please don't think nobody notices I've been up for way too many days Y'all sleep enough for me anyway Y'all don't be doin' sh** anyway Y'all are not true to this anyway OVO, East End, Reps Up, we might just get hit with the R.I.C.O Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothing illegal I go make 50 million then I give some millions to my people They gon' go Tony Montana and cop them some Shaq at the free throws But they're from the way fam, there's not much to say fam They told me to tell you you mans are some wastemans And stay in your place fam My dad is from Memphis, and I am the king I should probably just move in to Graceland Madonna's a ting I know and I'm the king of pop I'm building Never-Never Land How he hate me when I never met the man Woo! We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O [Outro: Drake] We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O