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Roddy Ricch - Gods Eyes [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
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Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
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Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

Songteksten

He thought the money make you happy It don't make you different I start to see that shit myself when I got a couple million Crawled through the mud, I can't lie, I seen too much Real steppers outside, they'll squeeze and bust I told my brother have some patience and your day'll come Now he sittin' in the county jail and he ain't got no bond You can't walk inside my shoes like a Sneaker Con I overcome obstacles and they still come I was tryna make a way out, like it was my first day out Remember my first day out, now I got M's in account I eat that pussy like steak, she eat my dick like a crepe I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape These streets by my side, you don't want war with us I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don't apologize My penthouse got a bird's view through God's eyes I got gang gang (Gang gang) I got mob ties (Mob ties) I got Porsche, with the frog eyes Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah I gotta grab dough (Grab dough) Brand new white-white Rolls Royce And that bitch match her toes (Yeah, yeah) I was out flockin', I ain't have a choice I ain't even had no clothes I put my wrist inside the freezer, watch the Patek froze Think about the time, man, we was ten We was hoppin' fences I was stayin' inside the trenches I keep a strap for you and you, I know the opps intentions Back in Genesis I was O.T. with the coco She got a bangin' body, booty like a roller coaster These streets by my side, you don't want war with us I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don't apologize My penthouse got a bird's view through God's eyes I got gang gang (Gang gang) I got mob ties (Mob ties) I got Porsche, with the frog eyes Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Eric Sandoval Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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