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moved to miami
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Roddy Ricch
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Huh Moved to Miami and copped me a boat (8—) Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke B*t*h, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes New Louis V's every time I tote Nine millimeter every time I tote I do all this sh*t without a stylist I got money, never went to college I got all my cars without the mileage I can't f**k on these ratchet-a** b*t*hes, she 'bout to f**k the whole hood I been stackin' these hundreds inside the safe, so all my n***as know I'm good Rеal street n***a, keep it all in the TEC Got the shooters on thе side with bazookas in the back Got a whole Amiri jean collection And I ain't choosin' sh*t, this sh*t was destiny B*t*h, I cooked the water without the recipe And the feds and the cops ain't got no heart How they gon' take my lil' cousin upstate? He was whippin' to give all his children a start Playin' with that water, gotta be a shark Swimmin' with the fishes, duckin' from the narcs Thirteen, posted middle of the park If you see an opp, gotta let it spark Moved to Miami and copped me a boat Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke B*t*h, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes New Louis V's every time I tote Nine millimeter every time I tote I do all this sh*t without a stylist I got money, never went to college I got all my cars without the mileage Three-five or better whenever I smoke I see 'em doin' it, but I do the most I'ma do it for the bro 'fore I do it for a ho All this money that's comin', I'll do it for 'em both They ain't runnin' with me, nowhere near close Sh*t be crazy what they'll do for a post You'll go viral, but it won't be no joke I got power and I move like a ghost In a 'Rari doin' one-sixty, controllin' it Big old Baby piece, them folks gotta notice me I'm an artist, to the street, this sh*t poetry Real trapper, never did nothin' fraudulent Send them boxes coast to coast like I'm Roddy Ricch So just focus on yourself, you can buy the b*t*h In Miami for a week, catchin' vibes and sh*t We got baddies on the boat gettin' hot and sh*t G6 make that sh*t come up out of me Pink slips to the car if I'm drivin' it No withdrawals, only deposit it Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets I'ma show these n***as how they should pop it Forbes list, I'm tryna get on the top of it I walk in, they start switchin' the topic up I feel any kind of threat and I'm poppin' up Moved to Miami and copped me a boat Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke B*t*h, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes New Louis V's every time I tote Nine millimeter every time I tote I do all this sh*t without a stylist I got money, never went to college I got all my cars without the mileage
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