Manolo Rose - 1:45 lyrics

[Intro: Rico Love] I don't even be bothering nobody I just be minding my business I just be getting my money, yah mean? May 19, 2015, turn the lights on (action!) [Verse 1: Rico Love] See all these pesos? See all these pesos? I'm eating like bon appetit, you wish you was on my payroll I'm on my J-O, I'm just like Puffy like 9-8 All I need is me a J-Lo, big homie just did 11 for yayo Home for three months, I'm gon' make sure he stay though Bought me a Phantom, I got them Porsches I could fit a Phantom on one of my porches House in the ranches, next to them horses Cost me a fortune but f** it, it's gorgeous, you know it [Hook: Rico Love] Pull up on the block in the drop Aw yeah, slow leak at the top and ya know that Middlefinger up to the cop Making sure they see my arch, boy ya know that Lot full of cars, n***a, everything ours So don't ask me where the note at (It's 1:45 in the morning!) Ask yourself, where ya ho at? (She wit' me, my n***a, she wit' me) (She wit' me, my n***a, she wit' me) [Verse 2: Manolo Rose] She tryna get out the mud, but only I could take her there Big bank eat little bank, and homie, we ain't playing fair Would you consider, to see the bigger picture? She f** with a player, I teach her to get richer She stack up the bread and then I send her back to ya Just stay away from questions, that'll hurt ya heart, k**er "Who taught you how to f** like that?" "Who taught you how to s** like that?" Manolo taught you and that's a motherf**ing fact The dick game crazy, that's why she acting like that Bought her diamonds and pearls, but never give her dough The new age version of that n***a Pretty Toney I'mma keep my j**els on when I send her back though, God! [Hook] [Verse 3: Rico Love] House in Miami as big as Orlando n***as can't stand me but can't hold the candle Whipping these hits in this b**h like a bando She like them Lambos, I bought that Lambo Dark skin n***a that could sing though Plus, I got hits like the Beatles, no Ringo More like Paul, John and George Old school n***a, drink Paul Ma**on with porridge Nova on the beat, baking soda over heat Put the yola on the street, b**h you know it's Ric' Spent a quarter million on the whip Now that's what I call a quarter key, hater go to sleep [Hook]