Roddy Ricch - Tip Toe feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
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[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Rose gold Rollie on a ni**a put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many ni**as I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bi**es, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bi**h from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a ni**a had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Sipping on this codein*e, a ni**a gotta speak my mind, mm-mm
I remember we was having popo'nem behind, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah, yeah, huh
F*ck a bi**h, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the pu**y 'til I knock it outta place
In the V12, get a lot of face
Spare the details, finished on her face
And I had the strap when I caught my case
Just got the grow house, started in the bay
I made a hundred plays in a day
Put a AP bi**h inside of the face
And I got the hood down, they riding every day
Putting money on the opps, no face, no case

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I f*ck with bougie bit**s, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bi**h from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a ni**a had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Balenciaga-wearin'-ass ni**a
Hoodied up with a mask, ni**a
Shit snatched now you want it back, ni**a
I just hope you don't go and rat, ni**a
Long johns right under the strap, ni**a
That's for you staring ass ni**s
Sawed-off head tap, double-tap ni**s
That's for you rat ni**s
No, I can't do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, ni**a
I came around with five, Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
Fuck with my ride-or-die
Holes in your body, nigga, like SpongeBob
And backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
Nigga, I know magic ni**a

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Rose gold Rollie on a ni**a put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many ni**as I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bi**h from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a ni**a had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo

[Outro]
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?

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