Roddy Ricch - AI lyrics
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roddy Ricch - AI lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nothing but shrimp, steak
Lobster when I wake up
My bitch bad she ain't got to wear make up
And even though we got the fame
It ain't no changing us
If you hating on the gang
Then you lame as fuck
She love me for the Rollie on my left hand
AI how I'm balling ain't no question
And I want you to know you
Fucking with a real nigga
Pull up molly to her mansion
In the hills nigga
See I just count my cake
And count my blessings
Twenty racks in my face when I'm flexin'
I went to full lengths to get the baking soda
Had to whip the brick up with my left hand
Uncle fronted the work
I had to keep that bag
VVS' on the chain, bitch get back back
You surprised by the lifestyle
It ain't new to me
I popped a Percocet but that ain't usually
She had me for the shoes and the jewelry
And now I'm in my feelings
'cause she usin' me
Why you had to do it baby? No, no, no
Gotta go and get it
Double cup ain't all my fault
I'm in and out of soul, she like ooh ooh ooh
Turned the Tahoe to a full blown room
I love the shawty 'cause I
Know she got my back
Bailed me out of jail when I had that strap
Young nigga tryna put youngin' on the map
Had to get my official on
The famous black map
Some people didn't like it and
Some people dig that big homie told me
"Go" and I went and did that
I don't give a fuck, I don't care
I'm gettin' to this money
Keep your opinion over there
We came from the trenches, but yeah
We still down here i just want to run it up
With my bitch down there
Nothing but shrimp, steak
Lobster when I wake up
My bitch bad she ain't got to wear make up
And even though we got the fame
It ain't no changing us
If you hating on the gang
Then you lame as fuck
She love me for the Rollie on my left hand
AI how I'm balling ain't no question
And I want you to know you
Fucking with a real nigga
Pull up molly to her mansion
In the hills nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nothing but shrimp, steak
Lobster when I wake up
My bitch bad she ain't got to wear make up
And even though we got the fame
It ain't no changing us
If you hating on the gang
Then you lame as fuck
She love me for the Rollie on my left hand
AI how I'm balling ain't no question
And I want you to know you
Fucking with a real nigga
Pull up molly to her mansion
In the hills nigga
See I just count my cake
And count my blessings
Twenty racks in my face when I'm flexin'
I went to full lengths to get the baking soda
Had to whip the brick up with my left hand
Uncle fronted the work
I had to keep that bag
VVS' on the chain, bitch get back back
You surprised by the lifestyle
It ain't new to me
I popped a Percocet but that ain't usually
She had me for the shoes and the jewelry
And now I'm in my feelings
'cause she usin' me
Why you had to do it baby? No, no, no
Gotta go and get it
Double cup ain't all my fault
I'm in and out of soul, she like ooh ooh ooh
Turned the Tahoe to a full blown room
I love the shawty 'cause I
Know she got my back
Bailed me out of jail when I had that strap
Young nigga tryna put youngin' on the map
Had to get my official on
The famous black map
Some people didn't like it and
Some people dig that big homie told me
"Go" and I went and did that
I don't give a fuck, I don't care
I'm gettin' to this money
Keep your opinion over there
We came from the trenches, but yeah
We still down here i just want to run it up
With my bitch down there
Nothing but shrimp, steak
Lobster when I wake up
My bitch bad she ain't got to wear make up
And even though we got the fame
It ain't no changing us
If you hating on the gang
Then you lame as fuck
She love me for the Rollie on my left hand
AI how I'm balling ain't no question
And I want you to know you
Fucking with a real nigga
Pull up molly to her mansion
In the hills nigga