Get Swept Roddy Ricch
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[Intro]
At the spot
Had twenty cash at the spot
Had to stash twenty cash at the spot
Started little but I made it to a lot
Ayy
(Sonic goin' crazy)
[Chorus]
Had to stash twenty cash at the spot (A whole two hundred)
We done started from a little, made a lot (We made a lot)
I pull a whip, bust the whole parkin' lot
Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale
The Rolex factory, I bought it retail (It shines)
They tell me all the time, I gotta give these niggas hell (Give 'em hell)
The projects treat me like a god in the flesh (Flesh)
They just tryna survive, they ain't tryna get swept (Get swept)
[Verse 1]
I told her that it's promises that shorty could've kept
I can charge it to the game, I can slide you to the left
Got adjusted to the fame, and it ain't no lookin' back
But they always knew me, this a Roddy routine
Had to jump off the porch, now I put the Porsche in sport
Pull up to the crib, gate tall, look like a fortress
She a work of art, body look like a portrait
I never force it, I just endorse it
Keep a lot of motion, my water OD
Slide up in Atlanta, ridin' down Peachtree
Pull up, all the vibes, make a lounge out the suite
At the spot
Had twenty cash at the spot
Had to stash twenty cash at the spot
Started little but I made it to a lot
Ayy
(Sonic goin' crazy)
[Chorus]
Had to stash twenty cash at the spot (A whole two hundred)
We done started from a little, made a lot (We made a lot)
I pull a whip, bust the whole parkin' lot
Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale
The Rolex factory, I bought it retail (It shines)
They tell me all the time, I gotta give these niggas hell (Give 'em hell)
The projects treat me like a god in the flesh (Flesh)
They just tryna survive, they ain't tryna get swept (Get swept)
[Verse 1]
I told her that it's promises that shorty could've kept
I can charge it to the game, I can slide you to the left
Got adjusted to the fame, and it ain't no lookin' back
But they always knew me, this a Roddy routine
Had to jump off the porch, now I put the Porsche in sport
Pull up to the crib, gate tall, look like a fortress
She a work of art, body look like a portrait
I never force it, I just endorse it
Keep a lot of motion, my water OD
Slide up in Atlanta, ridin' down Peachtree
Pull up, all the vibes, make a lounge out the suite
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