J-Alta - R.I.C.O (Remix) lyrics

(Intro: J-Alta) Bounce, bounce, bounce Swear it's easy This what y'all want though, uh (Verse 1: J-Alta) Watch me dog I'm bout to k** it To the numbest of beings they still gon go feel it A sole proprietor I stay about my business Nah a hoe propietor I'm owning these b**hes You know how I do, feeling my groove Turn up with winners, that's all in my crew But these women they do you like Carmelo Cause They ain't gon sit with you if you gon lose Aye b**h I got the juice, and you gon witness Rappers are falling off yo they like Bishop Money hungry dog yo I can't conceal it Cause I'm like Mad Max on this road to the riches A whip full of b**hes, bottle of remy My dude I'm so ready, ambition is heavy But you gotta watch it they'll change for the money Keep one eye open when it come to that Fetty Yo this for my dawgs, posted in Belk Hall Had stories with women can't tell y'all Had millionaire dreams with billionaire schemes I just want y'all to know I won't fail y'all Dawg keep it so real, that they can't hate And there ain't no rapper that I can't break But I figured dumb it down so that they can hear my sound Cause I live over they heads that's Anne Frank, gah damn' This like a free throw Swear that it's easy I must got the cheat code f** your rap group dawg I'm spitting that rico I'm Hitting latinas, she yelling "que rico" Really don't care for these rappers Ones y'all be ga**ing I swear that they trash Acting like gangsters till sh** hit the fan That's South Carolina they dropping they flags Want the whole world, they tell me to chill But I'm on some Nicki sh**, bagging a mill 007 the way that I'm fly y'all And the day that I'm not, then the sky falls, whoa Ha, hit with that Rico Far as these bars, I'm Mimi and Niko Check it that money I checked it, off music I get it I get it I'm hitting them C-Notes Ayo, uh, thinking 09 Or 2010 I was at Statesville High The family had gave me that caddy, so girls are like daddy All becausse they want them a ride Started to put it together, they only want you when you doing better Cause that next year I came back in that Honda And them hoes would look at me like whatever But b**h I came back as the boss on the scene I'm seeing the future when lost in that lean I'm on a mission to turn up like Ty Lawson Then go hit up Houston to ball with my team At the Bodega, posted in Charlotte Boone told me why you ain't hitting the stage Honestly rappers out here are so lucky I went to school cause now I'm back with a rage Taking these names, playing no games I see myself drowning in money and fame I know what I will be that's not what I might be I'm using a day job to fund me a night dream I'm going so hard, praying to God Hoping that he gon go clear up the fog Putting in work when I'm not at work So Even on days off, I'm still going off Hit with that RICO (Outro) b**h! J! Oh Lord!