Baauer - Cheat Code lyrics

[Intro] Like, this is some professional, like And this, this **** is in different areas What the ****? This ain't no homemade **** Umm, huh, Rico Kenny What the ****? [Verse 1] People keep tryna test my gangster Pull up on your block with a mask like Jason I don't really got no patience I can never wait on a n***a to come save me, yeah This p**y gon' drive you crazy (Uh) Ridin' in a new all-black Mercedes (What?) Eyes real low so my vision too hazy Put a bu*ton on your soul like it's Driving Miss Daisy Rico, are you crazy? I don't know, maybe (Woah) Take the air out you, Tom Brady I do this sh** on the daily, I don't ask for sh**, I demand it Windows rolled up, hotboxin' in traffic Sauce keep leakin' on me, yeah, I need a bandage Feds get behind me, then my n***as gon' handle Sit down if you can't stand it [Chorus] All these b**hes sound like Rico Big money, been had a cheat code b**h, I ball hard, no free throw Got my own money, I don't need yours All these b**hes sound like Rico Big money, been had a cheat code b**h, I ball hard, no free throw Got my own money, I don't need yours [Verse 2] Damage how I'm crimpin' Treat you like gum, spit you out if I ain't feeling you I just wanna know why all these b**hes so predictable (Woah) I can never be typical Don't come out the house unless I'm wearin' something whimsical From where I made it out, they lookin' at me like a miracle (Yeah) Don't say sh** you don't mean 'cause I'm literal If you put your money up to mine, your money miniature Game over, wasted, finish it, rub it in your face if you ain't listenin' Diamonds on me wet, I'm like a fisherman I do the sh** you can't do with no middleman People keep sayin' that I'm rude, I don't give a sh** Stop comparin' me to b**hes that I'm better than Rico goin' hard again, go ahead and tell a friend I be the tension all in the room like an elephant Walk up in the club and make it rain like the weatherman Money layin' everywhere, I ain't ever playin' fair You don't wanna take it there, she told me to go to hell I told her, "I'll see you there," life was a nightmare Turned into a fairy tale, five-star hotel No more motel, eatin' on oxtail b**hes on my coattail, singin' to the money like I was Adele I like it all to myself, I don't share Say she ain't like me, b**h I don't give a f** [Chorus] All these b**hes sound like Rico Big money, been had a cheat code b**h, I ball hard, no free throw Got my own money, I don't need yours All these b**hes sound like Rico Big money, been had a cheat code b**h, I ball hard, no free throw Got my own money, I don't need yours (Woah, woah) [Outro] Sound like (Huh, yeah) Big money, been had a cheat code (What?) b**h, I ball hard, no free throw (Huh, yeah) Got my own money, I don't need yours (What?) All these b**hes sound like Rico (Huh, yeah) Big money, been had a (Yeah, what, what, what) I ball hard, no free throw (What?) This ain't no homemade ****