Sinnin Roddy Ricch

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
Yeah
I just been talking to myself and shit, shit be crazy
I be having million dollar conversations in my head and shit like that
"Aye Roddy I owe you a million"
"Nah Ricch, I owe you a million"
"We just made like two million"
"Now we made like five million"
I just want one hundred million

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I hope the lord forgive me, even though I keep on sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin
I wanna feel like a champion, everyday focused on winning, and winning, and winning
I got lil wodie to trap it out, he called for a ten again
Middle of May, brought the Maybach out, I got the ten on tint
I was out in Houston with a Whitney, street sweeper
I was in a rari with a model, woah, she's a eatеr
Whip it up, the fiends need it
And I stay by myself, thеse niggas can't read me
Anti-social oh, anti-social, anti-social oh
Oh, Anti-, Anti-

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
I'm about to ride with the AR, fuck it I'm sliding in traffic
I put Dior on my glasses, round after round, I'm four up
Pound after pound, I'm going up
I'm in a lamb with four sluts, I damn-near drowned in four cups
The feeling be crazy, crazy
A lot of my niggas graduated, only place they made it was the cemetery
Sometimes I got to throw the green mask on, feeling like I'm Jim Carrey
I do no talking, Tom and Jerry
He talking tough, I got to slide him
Hopped out the Porsche without a dollar
I got to get the coma, coma
Her pussy the bomb, kamikaze
I got my new bitch a Maserati
You know that I got it, got it, got it
We flipping the page on niggas, I never could trust you niggas
I can never fuck with you niggas, I can never go fuck with new niggas
Call me Tarzan, I stay with gorillas