เนื้อเพลง Fym - Rico Nasty

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Haha! Yeah, yeah
Rico, rico
Yeah

Came from the struggle and all it took was some patience
I'm staying humble but you'll never catch me waitin'
I dreamed of this when we was sleeping in the basement
We barely speaking now, I swear I really hate this
'Cause you the reason why I made it and the reason why I hate the sh*t
Just calling to let you know, n*gga, you ain't sh*t
On my flight, about to leave on some vacation sh*t
And I hope that you know you could've came with me
If you stayed with me, yeah
But I don't got time for the bullsh*t
Thank God I caught your ass with that new b*tch
I'd rather die than to wait on that fairytale love sh*t
I just want to see the top
Running, I can never stop
B*tch, I don't f*ck with no ops
I know they hate me a lot
Yeah, I know that they want my spot
These b*tches can't do what I do
These b*tches ain't from where I'm from
These b*tches can't f*ck with the kid
These b*tches ain't really on nun'
Bout my money like religion
All you b*tches ignorant copy kittens
I was just reminiscing
When I ain't even have a pot just to piss in
Daddy gone, yeah he in prison
Momma shuts him out the building
School don't really make a difference
Selling drugs with good intentions
Can't stop til' I'm sleeping with millions
Can't stop til' my momma got Benzes
Counting money screaming f*ck all my exes
Middle fingers up like f*ck all the fake friends
Got my money up now b*tches wanna hate me
Yeah, yeah, b*tches wanna hate me
I don't know what I did lately
Yeah, yeah

Cause when your money sky high they say you sold your soul
Rumors don't get better, they just get more bold
I see you haters coming at me, I won't fold, yeah
No, no, I won't fold, God

God damn, stunting on my ex b*tch
God damn, all this ice on my necklace
F*ck you mean, yeah
F*ck you mean, yeah
F*ck you mean, yeah
F*ck you mean

Cause when your money sky high they say you sold your soul
Rumors don't get better, they just get more bold
I see you haters coming at me, I won't fold, yeah
No, no, b*tch, I won't fold, yeah
(Haha! B*tch Yeah yeah yeah, damn)

God damn, flexing on my ex b*tch
God damn, all this ice on my necklace
F*ck you mean, yeah
F*ck you mean, yeah
F*ck you mean, yeah
F*ck you mean

Whoo! It's lit!