Roddy Ricch Lil Tracy
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[Intro]
M-M-Marvy Ayy
[Chorus]
Swear I'ma die before I get a job (Yeah)
Diamonds wet, sittin' on rocks (On rocks)
Got a bad bitch, good top (Good top)
Feel like Roddy Ricch, I'm in the box (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck 12, nigga, fuck the cops
Hate the cops more than my opps (Yeah, yeah)
Got Feragamo on the socks (On the socks)
Smokin' marijuana on the block (Let's go, let's go)
I can't fuck with that bitch if she regular (If she regular, I can't)
I'm too hot, somebody take my temperature (Phew, phew)
I run this shit, bitch, I'm a emperor (Bitch, I'm a emperor)
Keep my circle tight just like a cylinder (Okay, let's go)
[Verse]
I've just been countin' my money up (Money up)
In the studio, went 'til the sun is up (Yeah)
Niggas stand around, I had to run it up (I run it up)
Now I'm rich and I'm swervin' a Tonka truck (Skrrt)
Finna stand on my money, Lil Uzi (Yeah)
Heard these niggas was still fucking groupies (Yeah)
I'm with a model bitch in a Jacuzzi (Let's go)
Fucked her so much, I done got me some cooties (Woo)
Niggas ran out with the sauce (With the sauce)
I'm still grindin' just like Tony Hawk (Tony Hawk)
Independent, I don't have a boss (No)
I got niggas you don't wanna cross (Okay)
In the field with them sticks like lacrosse (Okay)
I'm a sore loser, I can't take a loss (Okay)
I'm gettin' rich, I don't care 'bout your thoughts (Yeah, 'bout your thoughts)
I might just go bust a nut on your thot (Ew)
Moncler coat (Moncler)
Diamonds clean like soap (Like soap)
I wish they'd free my bro (Goddamn)
He got a child back home (Back home)
Comme des Garçons (Garçons)
Please don't ring my phone (No, no)
Unless it's 'bout the rolls
Got Givenchy shoes
M-M-Marvy Ayy
[Chorus]
Swear I'ma die before I get a job (Yeah)
Diamonds wet, sittin' on rocks (On rocks)
Got a bad bitch, good top (Good top)
Feel like Roddy Ricch, I'm in the box (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck 12, nigga, fuck the cops
Hate the cops more than my opps (Yeah, yeah)
Got Feragamo on the socks (On the socks)
Smokin' marijuana on the block (Let's go, let's go)
I can't fuck with that bitch if she regular (If she regular, I can't)
I'm too hot, somebody take my temperature (Phew, phew)
I run this shit, bitch, I'm a emperor (Bitch, I'm a emperor)
Keep my circle tight just like a cylinder (Okay, let's go)
[Verse]
I've just been countin' my money up (Money up)
In the studio, went 'til the sun is up (Yeah)
Niggas stand around, I had to run it up (I run it up)
Now I'm rich and I'm swervin' a Tonka truck (Skrrt)
Finna stand on my money, Lil Uzi (Yeah)
Heard these niggas was still fucking groupies (Yeah)
I'm with a model bitch in a Jacuzzi (Let's go)
Fucked her so much, I done got me some cooties (Woo)
Niggas ran out with the sauce (With the sauce)
I'm still grindin' just like Tony Hawk (Tony Hawk)
Independent, I don't have a boss (No)
I got niggas you don't wanna cross (Okay)
In the field with them sticks like lacrosse (Okay)
I'm a sore loser, I can't take a loss (Okay)
I'm gettin' rich, I don't care 'bout your thoughts (Yeah, 'bout your thoughts)
I might just go bust a nut on your thot (Ew)
Moncler coat (Moncler)
Diamonds clean like soap (Like soap)
I wish they'd free my bro (Goddamn)
He got a child back home (Back home)
Comme des Garçons (Garçons)
Please don't ring my phone (No, no)
Unless it's 'bout the rolls
Got Givenchy shoes
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