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Roddy Ricch - paid my dues (feat. Takeoff) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Scotty Coleman
Scotty Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coleman
Coleman
Producer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Lyrics

Had to call my accountant to make sure a nigga wasn't tripping I done ran up a check, looking like a nigga doing fitness Late night, back of the club, searching and fishing I went back to the Glock 'cause everybody talking 'bout switches If I said I fuck with you, I fuck with you When they pile up that money on money on money on money We see what these niggas do I ain't never gon' run, you know I ain't holding my tongue For these niggas, I tell the truth They say I'm a young nigga and I keep it too solid You know I done paid my dues You know I done paid my dues I look at my phone and see what bitch I'm finna hit I scroll and pick and choose Roddy and Take', they know they ain't safe So I suggest that you play it cool They let us in and gave us the space to win So how could a nigga lose? Been having money, I came out the womb To having that shit on in middle school Year after year, gotta keep it coming Keep the wardrobe and the wheel new When all of these hoes see how me and Take' move It get crowded, I take two And I'm knocking that bitch down on the first date I ain't never gotta take two I got hoes on hoes on hoes on hoes They swing on each other like Babe Ruth I go to Fashion Week sitting on the side with a double cup I got a sweet tooth All-white Rollie Sky-Dweller, and the face K.C. Blue Plain Jane gold presidential, I got yellow rings, look like Pikachu Look in my garage, this ain't no facade They got different eyes when they peek at you Had to call my accountant to make sure a nigga wasn't tripping I done ran up a check, looking like a nigga doing fitness Late night, back of the club, searching and fishing I went back to the Glock 'cause everybody talking 'bout switches If I said I fuck with you, I fuck with you When they pile up that money on money on money on money We see what these niggas do I ain't never gon' run, you know I ain't holding my tongue For these niggas, I tell the truth They say I'm a young nigga and I keep it too solid You know I done paid my dues You know I done paid my dues Still getting- Still sipping on the lean like I'm motherfuckin' pimping Driveway loaded than a bitch My driveway loaded than a bitch, nigga My driveway loaded than a bitch, nigga My driveway loaded than a bitch, nigga
Writer(s): Matthew Samuels, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Rodrick Moore Jr., Scotty L. Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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