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[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner
I'm still gon' be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this *** on lock, don't I?
And I got your bitch on lock, don't I?
I got the dick make her toxic, don't I?
I got the *** make 'em plot, don't I?
I was in the Chi' town with Ye makin' Donda
I gotta buy up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of *** to pop, don't I?
And she got that lil' WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
At the stove makin' Rice-A-Roni
I don't take your advice, you can show me
Had to put some privacy trees around the villa 'cause I know the nеighbors too nosey
Turned twenty-three, thеn I poured up an eight in my soda 'cause I miss Kobe
Can't depend on you niggas, I move like I'm Jigga, I get the B's on my lonely
That internet chat, you a chatty Patty
On a golf course, but I ain't got no caddy
I like when her head screwed on straight
I make sure you gon' eat with your own plate
Niggas talkin' that tough on the long shot
I told my lil' bitch how to take care of a nigga
I like when she text, "What you on, bae?"
A lot of these niggas talk ***, but they ain't 'bout it
I ain't Lil Baby, but I get four pockets full
Roddy pulling up in the drop with the wolves
I want my bitch to have money like Oprah
You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her
Starter kit came with an outer space rover
She like to travel and travel and travel, so I flew her out and back to California

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner
I'm still gon' be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this *** on lock, don't I?
And I got your bitch on lock, don't I?
I got the dick make her toxic, don't I?
I got the *** make 'em plot, don't I?
I was in the Chi' town with Ye makin' Donda
I gotta buy up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of *** to pop, don't I?
And she got that lil' WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Gunna
Real geeker, turn your bitch to a stoner
We real P's, that's why your bitch pulled up on us
Don't *** with suckers, we can never condone 'em
Ain't a ho, but I came up off a corner
We ride the Rolls truck whenever I wanna
We count the rolls, I got new bigger pointers
White pretty toes walking to the young Gunna
My bitch hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna
My car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
Keep icing my neck and my wrist like it's swollen
The doc' tryna get the codeine out my colon
This *** starting to sound like a hit, don't it?
*** all that cap, Gunna gon' say some *** that will make you go turn up your clique, don't it?
All the time, I'm making sense, don't I?
I go viral with a fit, don't I?
I add bile to this ***, don't I?
I'm inspired by the glist' of the wrist, you'd do the same if you rich, don't lie
Sixty K for the bracelet, spent over three million with Elliot, no lie
Every state and every city, sold out
Pick a target, I'ma hit it, don't I?

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner
I'm still gon' be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this *** on lock, don't I?
And I got your bitch on lock, don't I?
I got the dick make her toxic, don't I?
I got the *** make 'em plot, don't I?
I was in the Chi' town with Ye makin' Donda
I gotta buy up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of *** to pop, don't I?
And she got that lil' WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
[Outro: Gunna & Roddy Ricch]
This *** starting to sound like a hit, don't it?
Starter kit came with an outer space Rover
Car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her

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