Roddy Ricch, Friyie - Hop In lyrics

RDS she wanna party, yeah yeah, oh no

Hop in the Jeep, she wanna freak, yeah
Hop in the Jeep, she wanna freak, yeah
Hop in the Ghost, she doin' the most, yeah
Hop in the Rolls, she makin' a pose
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah

Shit, tell me if you really
In it for the bankroll, no
You can go and paint a perfect picture
Van Gough all these hundreds all up on
Me, know they can't fold, no
Gotta keep the glizzy on me, know I can't go
No shit a movie when I pull up on the scene
Ah shit
My bitch lookin' like a ballerina, yeah
From the bando, we headed to arenas, yeah
My wrist flooded, Hurricane Katrina, shit
Pull up to the bando, come get that dope
Yeah
Pull up to the bank and go get that dough
Pull up on a bankroll, pull up with a bad ho
All about a bankroll, I get that dough
Diamonds swimmin', back strokin'
In the water, she a piranha
Dippin' in her ocean
Now I got her where I wanna
Legs wide open, now I got her where I wanna

Hop in the Jeep, she wanna freak, yeah
Hop in the Jeep, she wanna freak, yeah
Hop in the Ghost, she doin' the most, yeah
Hop in the Rolls, she makin' a pose
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah

Young nigga hoppin' inside the Rolls
All I ever wanted was a bankroll
LV's on me and my bag different
He can't never name a place I can't go
But she wanna slide in the 'Rari
If he talkin' these racks, I got it, mmh
Got some niggas from the trap with
Me gon' catch a body, mmh
Got these icy VV's, holy water
On my body, mmh, mmh
Nigga, I'm in the penthouse, you
In the lobby, mmh, mmh
Bitch, I got a mhm, always solid, mhm
I be all on Pluto, Mars, Space Jam
Looney Tunes
Soon as I got out of prison, had
To put my hands on racks, ayy
I done touched a million, I
Ain't only rich on internet, ayy
Sneak dissin', pillow talkin'
We ain't into that got the prong set Cubans
Had to go and get baguettes
Took all of my bitches out
We cashed out at Neimans
Keep about twenty racks on me
We ball in every season
Hop inside the coupe, nigga
I can't even fit the tings in
I'm a young rich nigga
Gotta keep a freak with me

Hop in the Jeep, she wanna freak, yeah
Hop in the Jeep, she wanna freak, yeah
Hop in the Ghost, she doin' the most, yeah
Hop in the Rolls, she makin' a pose
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah
Hop in the 'Rari, yeah yeah, she wanna party
Yeah yeah