Roddy Ricch - Gods Eyes lyrics
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roddy Ricch - Gods Eyes lyrics]
He thought the money make you happy
It don't make you different
I start to see that shit myself when I
Got a couple million
Rolled through the mud, I can't lie
I seen too much real steppers outside
They'll squeeze and bust
I told my brother have some
Patience and your day'll come
Now he sittin' in the county jail
And he ain't got no bond
You can't walk inside my shoes
Like a Sneaker Con
I overcome obstacles and they still come
I was tryna make a way out
Like it was my first day out
Remember my first day out
Now I got M's in account
I eat that pussy like steak
She eat my dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South
I sip on purple like grape
These streets by my side
You don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I
Had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry
I don't apologize my penthouse got a bird's
View through God's eyes i got gang gang
(Gang gang) , I got mob ties (Mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot
All this money on my mind, I
Talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
I gotta grab dough (Grab dough)
Brand new white-white Rolls Royce and
That bitch match her toes (yeah, yeah)
I was out flockin', I ain't have a choice
I ain't even had no clothes
I put my wrist inside the freezer
Watch the Patek froze
Think about the time, man, we was ten
We was hoppin' fences
I was stayin' inside the trenches
I keep a strap for you and you
I know the opps' intentions
Back in Genesis, I was OT with the coco
She got a bangin' body
Booty like a rollercoaster
These streets by my side
You don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I
Had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry
I don't apologize my penthouse got a bird's
View through God's eyes i got gang gang
(Gang gang) , I got mob ties (Mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot
All this money on my mind, I
Talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
It don't make you different
I start to see that shit myself when I
Got a couple million
Rolled through the mud, I can't lie
I seen too much real steppers outside
They'll squeeze and bust
I told my brother have some
Patience and your day'll come
Now he sittin' in the county jail
And he ain't got no bond
You can't walk inside my shoes
Like a Sneaker Con
I overcome obstacles and they still come
I was tryna make a way out
Like it was my first day out
Remember my first day out
Now I got M's in account
I eat that pussy like steak
She eat my dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South
I sip on purple like grape
These streets by my side
You don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I
Had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry
I don't apologize my penthouse got a bird's
View through God's eyes i got gang gang
(Gang gang) , I got mob ties (Mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot
All this money on my mind, I
Talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
I gotta grab dough (Grab dough)
Brand new white-white Rolls Royce and
That bitch match her toes (yeah, yeah)
I was out flockin', I ain't have a choice
I ain't even had no clothes
I put my wrist inside the freezer
Watch the Patek froze
Think about the time, man, we was ten
We was hoppin' fences
I was stayin' inside the trenches
I keep a strap for you and you
I know the opps' intentions
Back in Genesis, I was OT with the coco
She got a bangin' body
Booty like a rollercoaster
These streets by my side
You don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I
Had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry
I don't apologize my penthouse got a bird's
View through God's eyes i got gang gang
(Gang gang) , I got mob ties (Mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot
All this money on my mind, I
Talk to God about it, yeah, yeah