Roddy Ricch - Ricch Forever lyrics
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roddy Ricch - Ricch Forever lyrics]
(DJ Bugsy, Swish)
And we been on this money shit for years
Gotta drink this mud to make the pain go away
I been droppin' these codeine tears
Prayin' Roddy Ricch don’t go insane today
We was in the high speed like fuck the static
He wanted the Rollie, I wanted the Patek
Got to get this safe, my nigga
Fuck around and drag it i done seen a lot of
Shit behind these glasses, yeah
My life goin' through many different phases
Got to keep the gun on me
Can't go too many places
Ran in V12 just to mimic drag races
Nigga we was bag chasers before we had braces
Got the Burberry jacket and an Ace of Spade
Get a hunnid racks, I gotta make it today
Gotta get a tennis bracelet
Put that the face my dawg looked out for me
When I ain't have nothin' pass on thirty
Then he pulled up in a Jag or somethin'
When the ops seen him pull up cold, nigga
They was mad or somethin'
We was countin' them hundreds
Back at Stilo’s crib
I wanted to drip with my
Brother in Valentino for real
Remember I was talkin' to him on
The jail phone on Christmas
Said when he get out we gon'
Add the check up like arithmetic
If you try to rob a nigga
I vow to get the stick
I might slide on a nigga like a RipStik
I don't know why all these legends
Always got to die young, yeah
Nigga got to cut these snakes
Up out the grass
Out of everybody, I suspected you last
Supposed to take all these
Flights in first class
I just lost my dawg
Nigga, my brother taught me how
To chase the bag
Get right in the field, I had to make a bag
The day he lost his soul
Wish I could take it back
I just wanna go get one
More bag with my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawg
Supposed to take you on yo first
Trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall
And we been on this money shit for years
Gotta drink this mud to make the pain go away
I been droppin' these codeine tears
Prayin' Roddy Ricch don’t go insane today
We was in the high speed like fuck the static
He wanted the Rollie, I wanted the Patek
Got to get this safe, my nigga
Fuck around and drag it i done seen a lot of
Shit behind these glasses, yeah
My life goin' through many different phases
Got to keep the gun on me
Can't go too many places
Ran in V12 just to mimic drag races
Nigga we was bag chasers before we had braces
Got the Burberry jacket and an Ace of Spade
Get a hunnid racks, I gotta make it today
Gotta get a tennis bracelet
Put that the face my dawg looked out for me
When I ain't have nothin' pass on thirty
Then he pulled up in a Jag or somethin'
When the ops seen him pull up cold, nigga
They was mad or somethin'
We was countin' them hundreds
Back at Stilo’s crib
I wanted to drip with my
Brother in Valentino for real
Remember I was talkin' to him on
The jail phone on Christmas
Said when he get out we gon'
Add the check up like arithmetic
If you try to rob a nigga
I vow to get the stick
I might slide on a nigga like a RipStik
I don't know why all these legends
Always got to die young, yeah
Nigga got to cut these snakes
Up out the grass
Out of everybody, I suspected you last
Supposed to take all these
Flights in first class
I just lost my dawg
Nigga, my brother taught me how
To chase the bag
Get right in the field, I had to make a bag
The day he lost his soul
Wish I could take it back
I just wanna go get one
More bag with my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawg
Supposed to take you on yo first
Trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall