Rico Feo (feat. Flow 28 y Polo Joa)

It's true, it's true, the ugly one has arrived
But in all the pretty asses, I'm the one who stands out
They have a problem with everything and their swagger
And I might not be pretty in the face, but I'm rich and ugly

Ugly, rich ugly, ugly ugly, rich ugly
Ugly, rich ugly, ugly ugly, rich ugly
Rich ugly, ri ri, rich ugly
I might not be pretty in the face, but I'm rich and ugly

Ugly, rich ugly, ugly, rich ugly
Ugly, rich ugly, ugly, rich ugly
Rich ugly, ri ri, rich ugly
I might not be pretty in the face, but I'm rich and ugly

I live in a fucking dump, in a messed-up place
Bought 25 of the green stuff
I light you up like a fire with the bullet I bought
I'm more of a stat than Curry when he's shooting threes

To the one who was undefeated in bullshit, you guys win
They suck me off climbing hills in the canyons
The best on the planet with everyone inside
I come from passing you all the center

When I focus, I break your ass
Doesn't matter if everyone changes angles
I only speak once, never twice
The neck and hand shining, full of VVS

We light up gas (with adrenaline)
We light up gas (with adrenaline)
We light up gas (with adrenaline)
(I’m high, your damn godmother)

I have nothing but I'm gonna be rich and ugly
To the rich ones who are rich but I see them as ugly
Because we're 1500 with just one little hit
And we’re gonna package it if we see it in the mix

You're gonna feel it, you my crazy one, the gunfire
I want to see your face in the spotlight
To see if it's true that you're a chump who makes it ugly
If it's with Polo Joa, it's so they can feel it

We're going hard like the gang
Oh, if I could tell you, I’m about to slap you in the face
They're in trouble but I don’t back down
Because they don’t have the guts, and if they do, they don’t act

Oh, none of them have money, always rolling with the homies
Packing it to the guys who want to overshadow
Over there’s a gold digger who loves money
With my steel tip, whatever I get, I’m gonna take

[?] Signing a million-dollar contract
We live in the hood but paint it American
You don’t step up to what we move
Once they see the machine, their faces will drop

Their faces will drop, they can’t handle us
We stash the pot in the hood and in private
Don’t front because they have nothing on us
We light up the cannabis early in the morning

([?])
(The hustle we did with the leather in Villa Juana)
(Here, fear doesn’t exist because I’m ready with the pen)
(I hooked up the accessories and the Travis Scott doll)

[?]
The hustle we did with the leather in Villa Juana
Here, fear doesn’t exist because I’m ready with the pen
I hooked up the accessories and the Travis Scott doll

They have a problem with everything and their swagger
And I might not be pretty in the face, but I'm rich and ugly
(They have a problem with everything and their swagger)
(And I might not be pretty in the face, but I'm rich and ugly)

Ugly, rich ugly, ugly ugly, rich ugly
Ugly, rich ugly, ugly ugly, rich ugly
Rich ugly, ri ri, rich ugly
I might not be pretty in the face, but I'm rich and ugly

Ugly, rich ugly, ugly, rich ugly
Ugly, rich ugly, ugly, rich ugly
Rich ugly, ri ri, rich ugly
I might not be pretty in the face, but I'm rich and ugly

We light up gas (with adrenaline)
We light up gas (with adrenaline)
We light up gas (with adrenaline)
(I’m high, your damn godmother)

Let me introduce you to the rainbow of dembow
The one who changes colors with a clap
Chael, Polo Joa, Flow 28, DJ Sin Nombre