Ricks(Michèle Lamy) € Lyrics

Nights like this got me howlin' to the moon I'm so high up, I'm feelin' close to home

So much ice, sprite running out of room

Taking these flights took all the risk

Cashing out in designer I can't even sit

You ain't kicking shit if you ain't got on the ricks

You call me a ten, her nigga dismiss

She know I got racks, I'm payin' her rent

We in the bed, her back gettin' bent

Sexy as fuck, I'm smellin' your scent

We in Miami, im swerving the Benz

Keepin' it G, I'm declinin' your friends

Spend too much money on these plans

Ghost riding the whip, she suckin' no hands

Livin' my life in luxury

Can't nobody win my game but me

All black mask with all black tee

With all black hands Michèle Lamy

Can't take my soul, it's left in the street

They trying skeem, that's all I see

Whatever it be, I'ma stay me

Ima keep them Ricky's on my feet

Nights like this got me howlin' to the moon

I'm so high up, I'm feelin' close to home

So much ice, sprite running out of room

Taking these flights took all the risk

Cashing out in designer I can't even sit

You ain't kicking shit if you ain't got on the ricks