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Roddy Ricch - Stop Breathing [Official Music VIdeo]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashot Akopian
Ashot Akopian
Songwriter
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Shottie
Shottie
Producer
Turbo
Turbo
Producer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy Look out the window, what do I see? A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin' Mustard just sent the new Ferrari, I just might cop me one They can't be rich, they just tryna make a carbon copy of 'em Countin' up this new money, every single day I'm home I ain't worried 'bout what they be on You do what you can, I live a lifestyle on the daily, homes Bracelets on my right wrist, I got 80 on, my fragrance strong My bitch on top, we're tapin', she don't ride it with no lace on The lean poured, the Ace gone, the double R, the gray stone The inside blueberry and the outside is Akon Look out the window, what do I see? A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin' It's hard to stomach that I'm out running laps and I ain't comin' back Maybach jumpin' like a jumpin' jack off the mumble rap Where Roddy at? I be chasin' chicken, had to cut the fat Only wear it one time, did a show, forgot to cut the tags Another day, another seal, another deal, another bag Was nineteen, chartin' up the jets, I'm in another class Niggas couldn't even tell, I was out gettin' cash Graduated from the streets, I ain't gotta bring up my past Look out the window, what do I see? A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin' Look out the window, what do I see? A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin'
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