Area Codes Roddy Ricch
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[Chorus]
I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)
[Verse 1]
Rare talk, yeah, talk, I'm gettin' to the bag, nigga
Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a nigga hoppin' out my bag, nigga
Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause Ricch ain't goin' out sad, nigga
I was just choppin' it up with Meek, now I hop out the Wag', nigga
Whippin' up dope, got the re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor
How you niggas say you robbin', you ain't never make the news (Never made the news)
Countin' up 10 racks, then I got some brand new shoes
I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good
Pullin' up Panamera when I'm in my hood
Niggas think I made a million off the drugs
Take care of my dawgs on death row like I'm Suge (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)
I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)
[Verse 1]
Rare talk, yeah, talk, I'm gettin' to the bag, nigga
Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a nigga hoppin' out my bag, nigga
Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause Ricch ain't goin' out sad, nigga
I was just choppin' it up with Meek, now I hop out the Wag', nigga
Whippin' up dope, got the re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor
How you niggas say you robbin', you ain't never make the news (Never made the news)
Countin' up 10 racks, then I got some brand new shoes
I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good
Pullin' up Panamera when I'm in my hood
Niggas think I made a million off the drugs
Take care of my dawgs on death row like I'm Suge (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)
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