Better Tank God (Ft. Roddy Ricch)

[Intro]
Tank God

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I sip codeine, I lay back
'Member when I only want a Rollie and a Maybach, ayy
And I know she say she love me, I can never feel that
She tryna throw me a blessing for that Chanel bag
And for these love phases, I done went through Hell and back
Don't want no side shorty, no, they can't sell me that
I remember trappin' and shit
Had all my bills in this bag
I learned my lesson, gotta do better than that

[Verse: Roddy Ricch]
I like a bad bitch, I like my lean raw
Had to run the full court trappin'
I want the team to ball
Since a young nigga, I done seen it all
When I was down bad, she ain't even wanna see me at all
Now they be watchin' my moves
Tryna see what I do
I'm a young OG
Nigga, they can't be in my shoes
Nigga, they can't see in my coupe
'Cause I'm a private nigga
I was eatin' steak with Migos
Chillin' on the private, nigga
I went from robbin' niggas and hearin' sirens, nigga
And I can't fuck with shawty if she ain't vibin', nigga
I been only chasin' bags, that's what's on my mind, my nigga
If it ain't about the money, ain't got the time, my nigga