Roddy Ricch - Intro lyrics
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roddy Ricch - Intro lyrics]
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa
From out the streets, became a millionaire
I know niggas started in the trap
and they still there 'Member I was robbin'
I bought jewelry and I still wear it
Came a long way with all my niggas
And they still here my big bro behind bars
Fighting two hundred years
I got that call, I lost my dawg
And I don't know how to feel
Gotta stay on savage time
You know it's war time
I remember I ain't used to leave
The house without my 45 i ain't got no time
'Member Pappy had the Mackie at the stop sign
Shit was too, too real
I got my Glock, and laid 'em down, nigga
You knew the deal
That's why I moved to the Hills
And I'm new to it
'Cause I ain't sure why my dawg
Had to make the news reel
Got promethazine in my eyes
I'm cryin' purple tears
The streets left me cold hearted
They hurt me still
Uh, and that's why I'm on tour
That's why my house a resort
That's why I got the four by four
I remember when I was low
Tryna trap in front of the store
Hop fences on the police
From handcuffs to Rollies
These hoes didn't know a nigga
Now she claim she know me
I been counting' up the bag, yeah, yeah
I get the load on the bag
I'm fuckin' up yens
I go get the birdie, birdie, nigga
I need some hens
Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends
Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes
I hop on the Forbes
I been countin' millions every time I board
Spend your whole budget in the designer store
Walk inside my closet, it's designer galore
Bad bitch give me ya ya in an Aventador
Bad bitch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck
Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I'm boutta pack up the whole house
Put it inside the suitcase
Put my dick inside her mouth
Like it's Crest toothpaste
Yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh
Got twenty hoes, they all my roommates, huh
Ten in the bed, ten in the pool, bae, huh
I need some bread, been trappin' for two days
If he rockin' with the opps
We gotta wet the block
Got my Glock in the Dior
But I got on Gucci socks
Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave
Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa
From out the streets, became a millionaire
I know niggas started in the trap
and they still there 'Member I was robbin'
I bought jewelry and I still wear it
Came a long way with all my niggas
And they still here my big bro behind bars
Fighting two hundred years
I got that call, I lost my dawg
And I don't know how to feel
Gotta stay on savage time
You know it's war time
I remember I ain't used to leave
The house without my 45 i ain't got no time
'Member Pappy had the Mackie at the stop sign
Shit was too, too real
I got my Glock, and laid 'em down, nigga
You knew the deal
That's why I moved to the Hills
And I'm new to it
'Cause I ain't sure why my dawg
Had to make the news reel
Got promethazine in my eyes
I'm cryin' purple tears
The streets left me cold hearted
They hurt me still
Uh, and that's why I'm on tour
That's why my house a resort
That's why I got the four by four
I remember when I was low
Tryna trap in front of the store
Hop fences on the police
From handcuffs to Rollies
These hoes didn't know a nigga
Now she claim she know me
I been counting' up the bag, yeah, yeah
I get the load on the bag
I'm fuckin' up yens
I go get the birdie, birdie, nigga
I need some hens
Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends
Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes
I hop on the Forbes
I been countin' millions every time I board
Spend your whole budget in the designer store
Walk inside my closet, it's designer galore
Bad bitch give me ya ya in an Aventador
Bad bitch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck
Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I'm boutta pack up the whole house
Put it inside the suitcase
Put my dick inside her mouth
Like it's Crest toothpaste
Yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh
Got twenty hoes, they all my roommates, huh
Ten in the bed, ten in the pool, bae, huh
I need some bread, been trappin' for two days
If he rockin' with the opps
We gotta wet the block
Got my Glock in the Dior
But I got on Gucci socks
Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave
Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga