Ricky
Ricky walked out the bar on the corner Montrose Ave
Had a woman on his arm and a story for the cab
He got a text from his mama
That he won 10 million dollars
From a ticket that he bought
On a whim with some condoms
He figured that he'd spend the night
Drinking probably watch the fight
Had a feeling that he'd win
Didn't think it'd be tonight
But the numbers that he pulled
Were the numbers that they pulled
And the ticket was at home
Rick's just trying to keep his cool
He's cool
Could you drive a little faster
I'm not trying to be a bastard
Put the pedal to the metal
I'll tip a thousand shortly after
And the woman Rick was with
Asked him are you full of shit
Rick said honey will you marry me
I love you and the kid
She was crying
He was crying
But thank god
The cab was flying
Rick he texted back his mama
Asked are you breathing or you dying
Mom said crying like a baby
All our bills all our payments
Rick said mama I'll be home
You know I need that confirmation
And inside Ricky's brain
Was scattered and insane
When would he leave his job
Could he handle the fame
Would he buy a Lamborghini
A private jet for Mimi
Or invest it a company
Like shark tank on the TV
Ugh, a millionaire
I'm a fucking millionaire
Ricky said under his breath
He knew he should be careful
He walked into his house
Mama K was freaking out
Rick read the numbers twenty times
And then let out a shout singing
Ooh we're free from
Ooh we're free from
Ooh now we're free from
Worry
Had a woman on his arm and a story for the cab
He got a text from his mama
That he won 10 million dollars
From a ticket that he bought
On a whim with some condoms
He figured that he'd spend the night
Drinking probably watch the fight
Had a feeling that he'd win
Didn't think it'd be tonight
But the numbers that he pulled
Were the numbers that they pulled
And the ticket was at home
Rick's just trying to keep his cool
He's cool
Could you drive a little faster
I'm not trying to be a bastard
Put the pedal to the metal
I'll tip a thousand shortly after
And the woman Rick was with
Asked him are you full of shit
Rick said honey will you marry me
I love you and the kid
She was crying
He was crying
But thank god
The cab was flying
Rick he texted back his mama
Asked are you breathing or you dying
Mom said crying like a baby
All our bills all our payments
Rick said mama I'll be home
You know I need that confirmation
And inside Ricky's brain
Was scattered and insane
When would he leave his job
Could he handle the fame
Would he buy a Lamborghini
A private jet for Mimi
Or invest it a company
Like shark tank on the TV
Ugh, a millionaire
I'm a fucking millionaire
Ricky said under his breath
He knew he should be careful
He walked into his house
Mama K was freaking out
Rick read the numbers twenty times
And then let out a shout singing
Ooh we're free from
Ooh we're free from
Ooh now we're free from
Worry
Credits
Writer(s): David Berg
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