R.I.C.O (feat. Eladio Carrión)

Run, rra, rra, tony! (Culto trap)
Grr
From PR to RD, from RD to Buenos Aires
Got my feet on the ground, I'm loaded with love (hahaha)
If you wanna roll, then fall back on me
Got my feet on the ground, I'm loaded with love (ivo!)
Iceeyes

I'm rich since I was a peasant (uh), rich, my hair smells like money
Rich, my hustle's on point, rich, got the bling on my neck (uoh, uoh)
Rich, rich, rich, young nigga rich (young rich)
Badass and the bitch is on the floor, eh (pah, pah, pah, pah)

Rich ass, rich body, jumped the wall, I'm in (ah)
No rush, I don't count it (pah), I steal it, light the wind (bip, bip)
On the road like the wind, we split the profit
We celebrate real happy with the strap under the seat (prra!)
I got rich, wanna hear how?
I multiply, I triple, it's like a million and some (eh)
If the mouth ain't shut, they seal it with tape
In the hood, there are various hitmen on the scooter (rich, rich, rich, prra)

Rich, rich, rich, young nigga rich (young rich nigga)
Your pussy's dancing so the bitch can move (pah, pah, pah)
It’s raining, raining, money's pouring, pouring
Dollar, water, tony, ela

Sauce boyz, sauce gang, baby (sauce)
Dressed in black like Bruce Wayne, baby (damn)
I got that fire like Liu Kang, baby (haha)
Play me? No, bitch, I'm too game, baby (rra!)
I feel like I'm in 2000 with the piece of Jesus Christ (ah!)
Pay what you owe, cash, card, or crypto (cash)
Only Benjamins, no Washingtons or Lincolns (nah)
I passed you by, fium, quiet, tiptoe (damn)
Yeah, I'm rolling with Neo, that's John Wick
Yeah, every day ballin', we’re on fleek (ballin')
If there's money outside, ela don't sleep (nah!)
And I won't slip either, ela don't slip (no!)
Ey, I roll solo with my two balls, what it do? (What?)
Ho and all the rest, well, you know (you know)
I roll with Neo 'cause I can, what it do? (Prr!)
The toughest in this game, and you already know (prr!)

I don't forget there was nothing, I don't forget there was no pay
An emptiness that fills nothing, to the people, I'm a criminal (ah)
I hit the street with a stack of a hundred (young rich nigga)
We're gonna get rich, I ain't pulling it from my brain (yeah, yeah, yeah, wuh, wuh)

Oh, what a rich smell of rain, rich my blunt on an empty stomach
In my hood, they don't even have breakfast, in your hood, there's croissants (ah-ah)
I'm rich, it's from my hustle, from my stars, from my runes (prr)
For my God and for the Moon, hustled since the cradle (money)
They wanna be Austin Santos but can't reach Austin Powers
In the Jeep, I feel holy with fifty of V-Power
Rich gets wet if I sing, like Nahuel's lake
If she moves my songs, I shoot like Beckenbauer (pa, pah)
And she put on a babydoll, I throw five more and go
What a nice booty in a nightgown, she wants it inside and, baby, no (wuh)
What a nice, hold on, take it out, she tells me
Take it out, tony, take it from me, what a nice, put it in me

I don't forget there was nothing, I don't forget there was no pay
An emptiness that fills nothing, to the people, I'm a criminal (ah)
I hit the street with a stack of a hundred (young rich nigga)
We're gonna get rich, I ain't pulling it from my brain (eh-eh-eh)