Peta Roddy Ricch (Ft. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to fuck up my re-up
Now, it's the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these niggas can see us
I'm rocking furs on furs (Furs)
I'm probably beefing with PETA
I gotta pay her to leave her
It's probably cheaper to keep her

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I keep 'bout twenty racks inside the Lam' truck, a nigga slidin', dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, the young nigga slidin', dawg
I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
All of that talk, it ain't adding up (Adding up)
These niggas calling a peace treaty
Bitch, I've been turning the static up

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Nigga, I'm turning the savage up (Savage up)
Bentley, Rolls Royce in the fleet, ayy
I bet that cannon got reach
I still keep it under the seat
I pop them rubber bands for a living, I might keep the racks in a mink (Mink)
And I got Fiji on me, she mistake my Patek for the sink
I was in Dallas at V-Live, honeycomb settings in the chain like a beehive
He say he want the static with a nigga, seen him in the streets, he ain't tryna be 'bout it, ayy
They know the Crippin' is serious, ayy
Blue faces in my Amiris
We got a Sprinter of hoes coming in, I like my bad bitches curious
I just ordered up a Rolls Royce truck with the Gucci interior (Interior), ayy
When I was bending the block with the lasers out, they thought it was Christmas
Up the block and knock his braces out, we caught 'em slipping
We was working out that vacant house, God, forgive me (Forgive me)