Roddy Ricch - Area Codes lyrics

I got different hoes, in different area codes
(Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters
(Woo, woo) if I'm gon' cuff that bitch
Gotta make sure that her head right
(Woo, woo) got a red beam
Caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin'
I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real
He can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more
(Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more
(Woo, woo)

Rare talk, yeah, talk, I'm
Gettin' to the bag, nigga
Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a
Nigga hoppin' out my bag, nigga
Never fell in love with a bitch
'cause Ricch ain't goin' out sad, nigga
I was just choppin' it up with Meek
Now I hop out the Wag', nigga
Whippin' up dope, got the re-work
Spilled it on my t-shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor
How you niggas say you robbin'
You ain't never make the news
(Never made the news) countin' up 10 racks
Then I got some brand new shoes
I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good
Pullin' up Panamera when I'm in my hood
Niggas think I made a million off the drugs
Take care of my dawgs on
Death row like I'm Suge (yeah, yeah)

I got different hoes, in different area codes
(Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters
(Woo, woo) if I'm gon' cuff that bitch
Gotta make sure that her head right
(Woo, woo) got a red beam
Caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin'
I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real
He can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more
(Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more
(Woo, woo)

I just fucked her then I kicked her
No romancin' she just like me 'cause my
Diamonds dancin' like a ballerina
If a nigga movin' by myself
Then I gotta have a Nina
Told that bitch I only want her
I ain't never ever need her
Gotta get a Puma deal
Waitin' on my call for memory
Slangin' that white girl, Miley Cyrus
But my plug Vietnamese
See all these niggas hate me 'cause
I got these racks on me
And my diamonds water, bitch
I spent a dub for the submarine
I got a new broad in every
City I've been steppin' in
I hopped on the private with Louis V luggage
I got a new bag and hopped in the Benz
Got the new Cartier glasses
I'm Crippin', lil' nigga
The navy blue tinted the lens
I just need Benjamins
I don't need no friends

I got different hoes, in different area codes
(Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters
(Woo, woo) if I'm gon' cuff that bitch
Gotta make sure that her head right
(Woo, woo) got a red beam
Caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin'
I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real
He can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more
(Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more
(Woo, woo)