Cherry Pie Roddy Ricch

[Chorus]
Yeah
If I got it then shawty got it
Shittin’ on these niggas like a port-a-potty
He talkin’ out his neck and went to war about it
When I get the cheque I need the full deposit
Light skin bitch ride the Maserati (Yeah)
I was slidin’ in Miami I’m [?] (Skrrr)
Bitch I’m a boss like I’m John Gotti
If I throw the money long he gon’ catch a body
I been having more money than everybody
How you got [?] and no dead bodies
Stuff up the bag with cherry pie
Slice up the pussy like cherry pie
Inside the coupe look like cherry pie
Bakin' at the stove, ain't no cherry pie
I got some guns at your head ‘prolly
We cover up the money ‘fo the feds indict us
So many diamonds can’t tell time

[Verse 1]
I’m in her sheets like it’s bed time
I’m in her mouth like a red wine
Dick in her throat like a Red Vine
Get a lot of racks, we blow it
Promethazine drinkin’, I’ma pour it
Got it out the Porsche and went global
I got paper like Barnes and Noble (Huh, yeah)
I fuck this baby mamma
She say I’m a star like the new Madonna
Sippin’ on drank, blow on marijuana
I can’t ever snitch, I won’t dare you’re honor
She talking “Blasé, Blasé”, Ty Dolla
Dripping designer, Louis Vuitton her body a Coke bottle
Bitch I’m a chief, I don’t answer to nobody
Married to the jury [?]