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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Árni Lárusson
Árni Lárusson
Songwriter

Lyrics

I gotta get that shit, like, right, feel me? That shit could be hard, lowkey I send back the five, tell shorty I love her She's still gonna act like I ain't done enough These bitches be lyin', I ain't got the time That's why I'm in love with my double cup I'm out my mind, my words be slidin' I bought a new 'Maro to fuck it up I bought Mercedes to fuck it up I bought a AP to fuck it up I'm just tryna run the cake up Versace sheets just to make love Got a private just to make drugs 'Cause I'm tryna flood the face up I been fuckin' with the same plug I been fuckin' with these rich niggas Had to whip it with my wrist nigga Then I got it on my wrist nigga, yeah, yeah Conversations of a rich nigga Brought the consequences of a rich nigga I seen too many niggas switch nigga I could never be a bitch nigga Ain't nobody give me shit, I got it on my own Score with no assist nigga Pyrex or a hit nigga Either way I'll be a rich nigga Have you ever been whippin' the dope So good you think that the feds watchin'? 'Cause my O.G's they been whippin' the dope up My niggas got they bread flockin' Feel like burger, I'm stackin' the cheese They nickname the trap house, Red Robin I was tryin' to push work with you Your man's came now the feds knockin' Now I wanna run it up, nigga Purple Fanta in the cup, nigga VVS's straight from Avianne You claim you 'bout it nigga, why you lyin'? Got yours, had to make mine Push packs 'cross state lines You bitches always tryin' to take the check See a baller then they break their neck, yeah, yeah I send back the five, tell shorty I love her She's still gonna act like I ain't done enough These bitches be lyin', I ain't got the time That's why I'm in love with my double cup I'm out of my mind, my words be slidin' I brought a new 'Maro to fuck it up I brought Mercedes to fuck it up I brought a AP to fuck it up I'm just tryna run the cake up Versace sheets just to make love Got a private just to make drugs 'Cause I'm tryna flood the face up I been fuckin' with the same plug I been fuckin' with these rich niggas Had to whip it with my wrist nigga Then I got it on my wrist nigga, yeah, yeah Young nigga got it out the mud Whipped my wrist and tore the vacant up And it's always been fuck the law So I can never pick the bacon up I run the bands up, why you playin' with me? My life a movie, livin' HD My jeweler called, he got a AP I keep my dogs no snakes with me Seen false niggas live a long time And the real niggas die young, yeah, yeah I seen a boss nigga get shot He took a loss, then he got high They look through the blinds, give them time Fuck the police we just shake the spot Put the P's in the duffle bag Lil' brother gotta take the Glock Main reason I don't fuck with you niggas You run them digits then you turn snitch All your dogs got locked up Then your best friend was a sherm stick I wasn't born a baller I had to stack it up, I had to learn this Everything I got, I earned it Sit back, wait your turn, bitch I send back the five, tell shorty I love her She's still gonna act like I ain't done enough You bitches be lyin', I ain't got the time That's why I'm in love with my double cup I'm out of my mind, my words be slidin' I brought a new 'Maro to fuck it up I brought Mercedes to fuck it up I brought a AP to fuck it up I'm just tryna run the cake up Versace sheets just to make love Got a private just to make drugs 'Cause I'm tryna flood the face up I been fuckin' with the same plug I been fuckin' with these rich niggas Had to whip it with my wrist nigga Then I got it on my wrist nigga, yeah, yeah Ice Starr
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Arni Larusson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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