Rico Love - 1:45 lyrics

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Rico Love - 1:45 lyrics

ft. Manolo Rose (Verse: Rico Love) See all these pesos See all these pesos I’m eatin’ like bon appetit You wish you was on my payroll I’m on my JO, I’m just like Puffy and Nine-8 All I need is me and J-Lo Big homie just steered 11 fo’ yayo Home for three months, I’m gon’ make sure he stay tho Bought me a Phantom, I got ‘em Porches I cook fair the [?] on one of my porches House in the ranches next to them horses It cost me a fortune but f** it, it’s gorgeous Ya know it! (Hook) Pull up on the block, in the drop Goin’ slowly at the top, and ya know that Middle finger up to the cops Makin’ sure they see my ratch, boy ya know that Locked from the cars, n***a, everything ours So don’t ask me where I know that It’s 1:45 in the mornin’! Ask yoself, where yo hoe at! She with me, my n***a! She with me! She with me, my n***a! She with me! (Turn the lights on!) (Verse 2: Manolo Rose) She tryna get outta mine Boaty, I can take her there Big banking in Lil Bay And homie, we ain’t playin’ fair Would you consider to see the bigger picture? She f** with a playa, I teach her to get richer She stackin’ the bread, man, then I send her back to ya We stay away from pressure, that I heart yo heart k** ya Who taught you how to f** like that? Who taught you how to s** like that? Manolo taught you, and that’s a muthaf**in’ fact! The dick game crazy, that’s why she actin’ like that All the diamonds and pearls, but neva give her dough The newage version of that n***a Brady Thurman I’mma keep my j**els for when I send her back, tho (Hook) (Verse 3: Rico Love) Hoes in Miami as big as Orlando n***as can’t stand me, but can’t hold the candle Whippin’ these hits in this b**h like a bando She like them lamb bows, I bought the Lambo Dark skin, n***a that can say no Plus, I got hits like the Beatles, no Ringo More like Paul John and Jorviks Old school n***a, drink Parmesan with porridge Nova on the beat, bakin’ soda or the heat Put the yolo 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 Hate to go to sleep (Hook)