Prior to the formation of 88GLAM and following the disbanding of their former group coined "Get Home Safe Crew" with Jazz Cartier, both Derek Wise and 88 Camino had been releasing music separately. Wise and 88 Camino remained in touch and collaborated frequently and previously worked together on the tracks "Anuva Wun" as a single by 88 Camino and "I Can Tell" from Wise's 2017 debut album Inglorious. Wise and Camino began teasing their collaborative project during the summer of 2017.
The duo introduced the name "88GLAM" on November 1, 2017, premiering their first music video "12" via Billboard which featured a cameo from The Weeknd. This was followed by the release of another music video for "Bali" featuring NAV and the debut of their self-titled mixtape 88GLAM on November 7, 2017.
On April 20, 2018, four new tracks were added to 88GLAM and re-released as 88GLAM RELOADED by XO Records and Republic Records. Introducing a new remix to the duo's platinum-certified record Bali with NAV now featuring 2 Chainz.
On November 8, 2018, 88GLAM released a new single titled "Lil Boat" from their upcoming album titled 88GLAM2.
On November 15, 2018, 88GLAM released 88GLAM2 under XO Records and Republic Records with new features from Gunna on their song titled "Racks", as well as another feature from NAV on "It's a Flex". Following its release, 88GLAM2 debuted at #8 on iTunes All-Genre Chart, then at #6 on the iTunes' Hip Hop Chart and also landed itself a top five spot in Spotify's Canada's New Music Friday playlist.
On August 26, 2022, 88GLAM released their final album, Close To Heaven Far From God. This would mark the end of 88GLAM, with Derek and Camino going separate ways.
Ricardo
88GLAM Lyrics
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While I'm counting up that money fuck a Visa
I just made enough to call, I'm done my re-up (done my re-up)
Pull up in that bloody Bentley like it's 'Biza (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Hol' up, wait, I got Selena
You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina (pew pew)
Hol' up, wait, I got Selena
You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina
Same ones that held it down when he was in that lobby (they hold it down)
Moving, moving yams in the staircase (woo)
With some Jamaican drug dealers that don't fear a case
So strong that when you sniff the dope it be like bear mace
So strong you might as well get murder if you catch a case
I text that hoe that I just fucked that I'ma need some space (woo)
Already moving on my suwoop, in my GLAM phase
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
Tell me where you want to meet me (brr, brr)
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah I skrrt off in traffic)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match)
When I'm creepin' through the meadows (where you at?)
In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at? Where you at?)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Me and my niggas been GLAM
Pullin' fadeaway three's with your bitch
Are you fuckin' stupid nigga?
Still tappin' glass
It's facts, nigga
Feel me?
Going in deep, ain't no backing out
'Cause my wrist on fleek and my chain play cat and mouse
Going in deep, ain't no backing out
'Cause my wrist on fleek, but my chain play cat and mouse
(In the Beauty and the Beast), I'm so gassed up
Feel like Gaston (gas), love them fast cars (fast)
I'm so gassed up (gassed up), I'm so gassed up (gassed)
Fall in love, nope, I'm no Gaspar
Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke
Yeah I'm lit, like it's Christmas, every time you seein' snow
Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke
Yeah I'm lit, like it's Christmas, when you see me, yeah, it's snow
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
Tell me where you want to meet me (brr, brr)
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah I skrrt off in traffic)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (got the Perry to match)
When I'm creepin' through the meadows (where you at?)
In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at? Where you at?)
Yeah, I just finished out my show, couldn't even find that
How it feel to get a bag without a wiretap (well I be damned)
Feel like nuttin' in a bitch, and get no lines back (woo)
Pussy soft, just imagine where my minds at
Now that foreign going skrrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr (skrrt, skrrt)
Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert (skrrt, skrrt)
Now that foreign going skrrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr (skrrt, skrrt)
Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
Tell me where you want to meet me (brr, brr)
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci
When I'm creepin' through the meadows
In the hungry Mitsubishi
The lyrics of "Ricardo" by 88GLAM reflect the rapper's riches and life in the fast lane. The song starts with him having a vixen by his side with her feet up while he counts his money. He then boasts about pulling up in a bloody Bentley and having Selena by his side. If anyone tries to run away with her, they will face the wrath of his gun, Nina. He also has friends, who stood by him when he was in trouble, by his side as they move moving yams in the staircase. The chorus repeats the actions of skrrting off on the pedal and going hard with Riccardo Tisci by his side.
The next verse continues his bragging about how deep he is in the game and how his wrist is on fleek with his chain playing cat and mouse. He states that he is so gassed up that he feels like Gaston and loves his fast cars. The chorus is repeated again. The last verse talks about finishing his show and getting a bag without a wiretap. He has gone from cooking work to hopping in the vert, and his left wrist is looking like "brr."
"Ricardo" is a single from 88GLAM's eponymous debut mixtape, which was released on November 7, 2017. It features rapper Nav and is produced by Murda Beatz.
Line by Line Meaning
Got a vixen by my side, she got her feet up
I have a beautiful woman next to me relaxing
While I'm counting up that money fuck a Visa
I have so much cash I don't need a credit card
I just made enough to call, I'm done my re-up (done my re-up)
I made enough money to buy my drugs and now I'm done
Pull up in that bloody Bentley like it's 'Biza (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I show up in a luxurious car as if I'm in Ibiza
Hol' up, wait, I got Selena
Hey, wait! I have a girl named Selena
You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina (pew pew)
If you try to come near my girl, I'll shoot you with a gun named Nina
And I got niggas that be riding right beside me (right beside me)
I have some friends who always ride with me
Same ones that held it down when he was in that lobby (they hold it down)
These are the same people who supported me when I was down
Moving, moving yams in the staircase (woo)
I am moving illegal drugs up the stairs
With some Jamaican drug dealers that don't fear a case
I work with Jamaican drug dealers who are not afraid of going to jail
So strong that when you sniff the dope it be like bear mace
The drugs are so strong that it feels like bear spray when you sniff them.
So strong you might as well get murder if you catch a case
If you are caught with these drugs, you'll get arrested for murder instead of drugs.
I text that hoe that I just fucked that I'ma need some space (woo)
I texted the girl I had sex with that I want some distance between us
Already moving on my suwoop, in my GLAM phase
I am already moving on to other things in my gang life, in my high-status phase
Yeah I skrrt off on the pedal (yeah skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I drive off quickly
I go hard, Riccardo Tisci (yeah I ball, yeah I ball)
I am successful like Riccardo Tisci and live my life with wealth and luxury
Dollar signs in my eyes (gimme all that money)
I am obsessed with making money
Tell me where you want to meet me (brr, brr)
Tell me where we should meet up,let's do business
When I'm creepin' through the meadows (where you at?)
When I'm sneaking around
In the hungry Mitsubishi (where you at? Where you at?)
In a Mitsubishi car searching for something
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
What the hell are you talking about?
Me and my niggas been GLAM
My friends and I have been in the luxury lifestyle
Pullin' fadeaway three's with your bitch
Playing basketball with your girl (and winning)
Are you fuckin' stupid nigga?
Are you a fool?
Still tappin' glass
Still cracking open containers with drugs inside
It's facts, nigga
It's true, man
Going in deep, ain't no backing out
I'm in this to the end, there's no turning back now
'Cause my wrist on fleek and my chain play cat and mouse
My wrist and chain are really glamorous, playing games together like cats and mice
(In the Beauty and the Beast), I'm so gassed up
I'm so excited, like in the movie Beauty and the Beast
Feel like Gaston (gas), love them fast cars (fast)
I feel like the character Gaston, loving fast cars and living luxuriously
Fall in love, nope, I'm no Gaspar
I'll never fall in love like the character Gaspar, I'm too gangster for that
Row, row, row your boat, bitch, I pedal coke
I pedal illegal drugs like cocaine and the nursery rhyme goes, 'Row, row, row your boat'.
Yeah I'm lit, like it's Christmas, every time you seein' snow
I'm always high like it's Christmas time and you see snow everywhere
Now that foreign going skrrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr (skrrt, skrrt)
My foreign car is speeding off and my left wrist looks great
Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert (skrrt, skrrt)
I went from cooking drugs to riding in a nice car
Yeah, I just finished out my show, couldn't even find that
I just finished performing and I couldn't find my drugs.
How it feel to get a bag without a wiretap (well I be damned)
It feels good to get my drugs without getting caught by the police
Feel like nuttin' in a bitch, and get no lines back (woo)
It feels like I had sex with a girl and didn't get a reply back
Pussy soft, just imagine where my minds at
The girl I had sex with didn't respond, making me feel weak
Now that foreign going skrrt, now my left wrist lookin' brr (skrrt, skrrt)
My foreign car is speeding off and my left wrist looks great
Went from cookin' work, now we hoppin' in the vert
I went from cooking drugs to riding in a nice car
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Shakqueel Burthwright, Alex Geisler, Aaron Watkins, Derek Bissue
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