Drake
R.I.C.O
[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
Bitch 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 shit
Payback's a bitch and you know that shit
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' shit 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