Money Roddy Ricch

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Bitch you know I keep them Ks with me
And I ain't pussy boy don’t play with me
She give me head like wavy grease
While I pull up in a Jeep like a ATV
Feelin' like Kevin Gates, I got six jobs
Bitch, I whip it till my motherfuckin' wrist tired
I pour me up a deuce it make me lean back
Young nigga flexin' hunnids they ain't seen that
Young niggas talkin' money I ain't seen that
Livin' lavish while these other niggas dream that
You talkin' bitch but I don’t need the feedback
Bitch, I ain't tryna marry, give my ring back
Bitch get back I don’t play shit
Big racks stashed in the basement
I'm tryna do the dash, get out the way bitch
Nigga talk shit, get a facelift

[Chorus]
I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it
(I gotta put a magnum on when I hit it)
She hit me on the trap phone, bitch quit it
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
I text her back like "I ain’t seen that pussy in a minute
(No, no, no, I ain't seen that pussy)
So please don’t call my phone if it ain’t about them digits"
(Baby, don’t call my phone, bitch, I don’t wanna talk to you)
Why? 'Cause
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money nigga