笨小笨Rico歌词由Yo Gotti演唱，出自专辑《We Turnt up， Vol. 7》，下面是《Rico》完整版歌词！
Rico歌词完整版
Ooooh
N***as like talk yo s**t Gotti these n***as don't know what's up
N***a hating on you you boutta tell em
It's coooooool
Hahaha
This the money call right now
Look old money new n***as I don't really feel 'em
Copped that Lamb off the lot I can't wait to k**l 'em
New crib like the mall can't fill the closets
Back n forth to the bank too many deposits
And that's cool rockin 'em Robins and Giuseppes
N***as ungrateful ain't no more happy
Please quit axin me for them selfies
Urgh
I don't take pictures with n***as
Can't do that
I take em picture with h*es
He got a B***h and she cheat on him wit b***hes
Them my relationship goals
Old problems new beef s**t may never end
If we ain't broke bread got no money we ain't friends
Quit callin me bruh I ain't yo brother n***a we ain't kin
We ain't brothas
Blood thicker than water n***a nah s**t thin
Whole label got me here honestly
I got em young gangstas under me
I got them n***as gon gun for me
I'm trynna get me a hunnid piece
On the cool I'm talkin like a hunnid mill
Multi-millionaire but I'm a hunnid still
Shotgun duplex with a hunnid thou
I can show you how a hunnid feel
I can show you how a hunnid click up
If you f**k up then you lose a twenny-five
Half a quarter for twenny five
Partna under twenty one and got a twenty-five
Ooooh
Lawyer paid buns made n***as got a friend
Got a friend
Got a bun yo partna left in jail
That ain real
Same n***a give you chopper tell you go k**l
Yaaw n***as
That what yo n***as call real then I guess I ain't real
Industry fake and you know that s**t
N***as be hating over h*es n s**t
B***hes f**k up cuz they slick n s**t
You swear to God that yo know yo B***h
But do you really
But I know the B***h better keep that a secret
But that's coooool
I can tell you sum s**t about the b***h's secrets
Oh really
You buying the B***h baths trying your best to keep her
But all she wanted was some lingerie Victoria Secrets
Why these n***as still killin 'bout thy penance I don't really get it
And I'm good wit to my n***as millions guess I'm still hustlin till the team win it
Super bowl Championship why these n***as still jumpin s**t
Bury me with a hundred thou pack of rubberbands and a thirty clip
Ay I'm boutta get hit with the RICO you n***as go snitchin like Nino
You ain't New York City till the feds came home
Don't jump in the water you ain't Nemo
Don't jump in the water with the sharks boy
All the hustla n***as that's aloof
