#RoddyRicch #RicchVibes #Lyrics
[Intro]
This boy got a hit
[Verse]
I just want you hear me when I pull up,
(skrrt)
Have a conversation,
Don’t wanna see you hurt
You ain’t settle for him
'cause you know your worth
Got it from the mud
I got it out the dirt
These bitches tell you
anything to get up in your pocket
These bitches fucking with me
cause they know I’m all poppin'
Pull up in the i8
had these bitches jaw droppin'
She wanna go to my place,
had these bitches jaw droppin'
I gotta tell my feelings gotta tell the truth
You could be for these bitches
They won’t be for you
I had a down bitch
I ain’t know what to do
I had to chase this rap
shit and go get the loot
And I don’t mean that
I ain’t give the world to my bitch
I know she was down
so she deserve to be rich
Shorty I’ma go and get you Birkin bags
That Rolls Royce,
you can be the first to have it
If I see it, I’ma grab it
Take you to Atlanta,
we gon flood out Magic
And you not by my side,
shawty, I can’t imagine
You make me choosin' you
But you know rap my passion
I ain’t tryna play you this not On Demand
Tryna run that check up
Tryna get them bands
That bitch is my fan
I am not your man
I don’t know these bitches
They just want my sand
Blow up twenty-piece cause I know I can
Put it on a ring so I can ask your hand
I’m just tryna blow up while I’m on tour
So I can have the flowers
Hoppin' out the Benz
Look at you it’s like lookin' the mirror
Bought you Cartier’s know you seeing clearer
I bought that new Ferrari we gon take to dinner
Come fuck with double R
We some fucking winners
Get your best friend
I call Chris he can tag team along
Talkin bout my feelin's I ain’t tryna brag too long
I’m just tryna tell you that I’m all yours
Shopping bags, we can have a car full
Slide down the window while I pour it up
Backwoods had the windows rolled up
Just make sure that you never ever use me
Cause I can never fuck with none these groupies
Your friends
Tryna tell you that I ain’t the right nigga
Don’t listen to em they tryna have no life with ya
Just hang em up
Don’t let them break the frame on my picture
They fuck the same niggas
These bitches won’t ride with you
See I’m just tryna tell you how I feel inside
Turn this music on when you ain’t feeling right
Turn on Roddy Ricch when niggas tryna vibe
I’m in your mind, I’m in your mind
[Outro]
Ayy I’m in your mind
Ayy, ayy, tell em I’m in your mind
Ayy, shawty do you mind
Can I just vibe, ayy
Ayy,
Don’t break the frame on my picture
Hey these bitches they won’t ride with you
Tryna take you to the sky, ride with me
Hey baby I just wanna take you high
Fly with me, ayy
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hey
This boy got a hit
