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Letra : Ricch Vibes
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
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
