Rico Love - 1:45 lyrics

rate me

Ft. Manolo Rose

(Verse: Rico Love)

See all these pesos

See all these pesos

I'm eatin' like bon appetit

You wish you was on my payroll

I'm on my JO, I'm just like Puffy and Nine-8

All I need is me and J-Lo

Big homie just steered 11 fo' yayo

Home for three months, I'm gon' make sure he stay tho

Bought me a Phantom, I got 'em Porches

I cook fair the [?] on one of my porches

House in the ranches next to them horses

It cost me a fortune but fuck it, it's gorgeous

Ya know it!

(Hook)

Pull up on the block, in the drop

Goin' slowly at the top, and ya know that

Middle finger up to the cops

Makin' sure they see my ratch, boy ya know that

Locked from the cars, nigga, everything ours

So don't ask me where I know that

It's 1:45 in the mornin'!

Ask yoself, where yo hoe at!

She with me, my nigga! She with me!

She with me, my nigga! She with me!

(Turn the lights on!)

(Verse 2: Manolo Rose)

She tryna get outta mine

Boaty, I can take her there

Big banking in Lil Bay

And homie, we ain't playin' fair

Would you consider to see the bigger picture?

She fuck with a playa, I teach her to get richer

She stackin' the bread, man, then I send her back to ya

We stay away from pressure, that I heart yo heart kill ya

Who taught you how to fuck like that?

Who taught you how to suck like that?

Manolo taught you, and that's a muthafuckin' fact!

The dick game crazy, that's why she actin' like that

All the diamonds and pearls, but neva give her dough

The newage version of that nigga Brady Thurman

I'mma keep my jewels for when I send her back, tho

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Rico Love)

Hoes in Miami as big as Orlando

Niggas can't stand me, but can't hold the candle

Whippin' these hits in this bitch like a bando

She like them lamb bows, I bought the Lambo

Dark skin, nigga that can say no

Plus, I got hits like the Beatles, no Ringo

More like Paul John and Jorviks

Old school nigga, drink Parmesan with porridge

Nova on the beat, bakin' soda or the heat

Put the yolo on the street, bitch, you know it's Ric'

Spent a quarter million on the whip, now that's what I call a quarter key

Hate to go to sleep

(Hook)