Artist: MellowHype f/ Frank Ocean Album: BlackenedWhite Song: Rico Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Hodgy Beats] We in the studio I said, we in the studio Is this mic on? Check, check I'm thankful for my position I was given in life Cause I know some people living who ain't livin this life Read about starved children who ain't eatin this right Drug lords declare war, sellin cheaper the price Stunting dummy drug money, yeah them sneakers is nice Get your swag from the blacks sellin bags of the white Niggaz can't get a job, so we self-employed If the coppers come a-knockin, we gon' help that boy Bail money, welcome back home out of jail money White girl pale money, sunny when we sell money See - seashell money, we sell money Rain, hail money, heaven what the hell money Dusty paper stale money, I thought they restricted it Did for most people but we out here gettin it Uhh, yeah [Chorus: Frank Ocean] Put your hands under her dress, we get the feelin that she's faded And she's willing screaming Wolf Gang, whip me off, get me off The sex it turns to children, then the children turn to villains Villain wolves screaming kill 'em all, fuck 'em all And that go for anybody that come around here, that ain't from around here Hoe you too, you ain't special, Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all [Hodgy Beats] She handles herself with class and she got a nice ass but she can't run no games on me She claim to like the stores and the clothes, jeans bleached with the holes but she can't get my bank homey Too smart is no good, if she smart for no good it's so good she can't flaunt her thing on me She can be full of swag, drive a Jag, poppin tags on the ave but she can't get her cake from me That sounded like the hook I threw at her and the swag I reeled her in Said she came to feel me in, when she really came to fill me in Like baby what's the deal with it? Seem to be attracted by the fiancee and finance that no wifey concealin it Dealin with life's shuffle, then fold Dippin with the duffles I hold, if we are a couple let's go To the place where we lead in the life to some sleep Bring the pipe, blow the weed, punchlines to be received [Chorus]