Roddy Ricch, A Boogie wit da Hoodie - Duffel Bag lyrics

Got my city on my back just
Like some shoulder pads, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Got my city on my back
Just like some shoulder pads
Ridin' 'round with thirty-thousand in
My duffel bag moving metal to the safe
I had to wear a mask dirty money
Tryna wash it up back at the trap
Codeine habit's got them askin' what
Do my lean cost
Ever since I jumped right off the porch
I know I've seen it all
Nigga, I can't lean on nobody
So I've been leanin' off
Had to get my dirty check and
I had to clean it off

I bought a new Benz, put my name on the map
Yeah i can't trust a nigga
(Uh) , gotta to keep me a strap
Had to get it all gone
I tryna get a hundred racks
I can't evеn call home
I'm tryna get it back to back
Had to cut thesе niggas off
Tryna get in my bag, okay?
Gotta check my stats, okay?
Gotta always get it, okay?
I was tryna go get the safe
Then I lost my nigga, okay?
And now they askin' me how
I feel on the inside wanna pour up a pint
Get in the Benz and ride
Got these codeine tears, nigga
They still in my eyes
He ain't even a valid nigga
He keep switchin' sides
I just move undetected like a
Thief in the night

Got my city on my back
Just like some shoulder pads
Ridin' 'round with thirty-thousand in
My duffel bag moving metal to the safe
I had to wear a mask dirty money
Tryna wash it up back at the trap
Codeine habit's got them askin' what
Do my lean cost
Ever since I jumped right off the porch
I know I've seen it all
Nigga, I can't lean on nobody
So I've been leanin' off
Had to get my dirty check and
I had to clean it off

Loyalty is everything, nigga, I see wrong
I worth way too much to shoot
That's what my team's for
(That's what my team's for)
VVS' blue, watch them turn green, uh
(Watch them turn green, uh)
She be textin' you while she fuck me, uh
(While she fuck me, uh)
And you know I still be in the streets, uh
Feeling like a demon, follow me, uh
Off an addy, I don't wanna sleep, uh
I told niggas secrets, they can't keep up
Got my city on my back, nigga, I mean that
(Nigga, I mean that) talkin' behind my back
That'll get your bean clapped
(That'll get your bean clapped, yeah)
45, it got kickback, nigga
Make you lean back
(That'll make you lean back, yeah)
I ain't makin' no diss track, nigga
I mean that (Nigga, I mean that)

Got my city on my back
Just like some shoulder pads
Ridin' 'round with thirty-thousand in
My duffel bag moving metal to the safe
I had to wear a mask dirty money
Tryna wash it up back at the trap
Codeine habit's got them askin' what
Do my lean cost
Ever since I jumped right off the porch
I know I've seen it all
Nigga, I can't lean on nobody
So I've been leanin' off
Had to get my dirty check and
I had to clean it off