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Ricch Vibes
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Roddy Ricch
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This boy got a hit I just want you hear me when I pull up, skrrt (Skrrt) Have a conversation, don't wan' see you hurt You ain't settle for him 'cause you know your worth (Know your worth) Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt These b*t*hes tell you anything to get up in your pocket These b*t*hes f**king with me cause they know I'm all poppin' Pull up in the i8 had these b*t*hes jaw droppin' She wanna go to my place, had these jaw droppin' I got' tell my feelings, gotta tell the truth You could be for these b*t*hes they won't be for you I had a damn, b*t*h, I ain't know what to do I had to chase this rap sh*t and go get the loot (This boy got a hit) And that don't mean that I ain't give the world to my b*t*h I know she was down, so she deserve to be rich Shorty I'ma go and get you Birkin bags That Rolls Royce, you can be the first to have it If I see it, I'ma grab it Take you to Atlanta, we gon' flood out Magic And you not by my side, shawty, I can't imagine You make me choosin' you but you know rap my pa**ion I ain't tryna play you this not on demand Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands That b*t*h is my fan, I am not your man I don't know these b*t*hes, they just want my sand Blow up twenty-piece 'cause I know I can Put it on a ring so I can ask your hand I'm just tryna blow while I'm on tour So I can have the flowers hoppin' out the Benz Huh, huh, ook at you it's like lookin' the mirror Bought you Cartiers know you seeing clearer I bought that new Ferrari we gon take to dinner Come f**k with double R, we some f**king winners Get your best friend, I call Chris, he can tag team along Talkin' 'bout my feelings I ain't tryna brag too long I'm just tryna tell you that I'm all yours Shopping bags, we can have a car full (This boy got a hit) Slide down the window while I poured up Backwoods had the windows rolled up Just make sure that you never ever use me 'Cause I can never f**k with none these groupies Your friends tryna tell you that I ain't the right n***a Don't listen to 'em, they tryna have no life with ya Just hang 'em up ,don't let them break the frame on my picture They f**k the same n***as these b*t*hes won't ride with ya See, I'm just tryna tell you how I feel inside Turn this music on when you ain't feeling right Turn on Roddy Ricch when n***as tryna vibe I'm in your mind (This boy got a hit), I'm in your mind I'm in your mind Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind Ayy, shawty do you mind? Can I just vibe? Ayy Ayy, don't break the frame on my picture Hey, these b*t*hes, they won't ride with you Tryna take you to the sky, ride with me Hey baby I just wanna take you high Fly with me, ayy Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, hey, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, hey This boy got a hit
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