Nothing New Roddy Ricch (Ft. Pressa & Sash! (DJ))

[Intro]
Tank God

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fuck with bad bitches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, nigga, these niggas big cap
Rollin' the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, nigga, fuck all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50's, this ain't nothin' new
I been in a coupe, ain't got no roof

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
A nigga been in my bag, ain't no hurtin' me, yeah
Pull up in that 911 like emergency
She wanna meet my bitch fire, burnt me first degree
In that Range I gotta pull up strong like I'm Hercules
Got three bitches with me, they poppin' they Perky's with me
I got my Louis bag, I gotta keep 30 with me
I went from the Pyrex, now a nigga poppin' fly shit
I came from the projects, nigga know I'ma die rich
Got a bad bitch, chase a bag, and she 5'6"
Put it in the Rollie and you know it's perfect timin'
Went and got a safe, got in the car, she was drivin'
I'ma pop my shit, you know a young nigga shinin', yeah