Brand New Roddy Ricch
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[Intro]
Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga
[Chorus]
I didn't know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe
Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do
Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you
But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new
I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah
Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah
[Verse 1]
When it came to gettin' racks, I got new dividends
Got a thick brown skin bitch, I call her Cinnamon
Took some losses in these streets, I gotta pack and then wait for the win
I had to tuck a mil', I got in the field, nigga, then I did it again
I was in the streets lil' nigga, I really went platinum, yeah
Feelin' like Joe when I was in the trap, I was whippin' up Jacksons, yeah
I was down bad, niggas turned they backs, yeah
They ain't know that I was fillin' up the mattress, yeah
I was just a broke nigga, now a nigga designer my feet
'17 foreign car, tinted windows, ridin' down the street, yeah
I gotta feed the streets, the motto is "All my niggas gotta eat"
I had to trap it out, I wasn't even gettin' no sleep, yeah
Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga
[Chorus]
I didn't know who to trust, once I hopped in the coupe
Once I hopped in my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do
Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you
But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new
I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun
Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through
That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah
Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah
[Verse 1]
When it came to gettin' racks, I got new dividends
Got a thick brown skin bitch, I call her Cinnamon
Took some losses in these streets, I gotta pack and then wait for the win
I had to tuck a mil', I got in the field, nigga, then I did it again
I was in the streets lil' nigga, I really went platinum, yeah
Feelin' like Joe when I was in the trap, I was whippin' up Jacksons, yeah
I was down bad, niggas turned they backs, yeah
They ain't know that I was fillin' up the mattress, yeah
I was just a broke nigga, now a nigga designer my feet
'17 foreign car, tinted windows, ridin' down the street, yeah
I gotta feed the streets, the motto is "All my niggas gotta eat"
I had to trap it out, I wasn't even gettin' no sleep, yeah
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