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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Niaggi
Programming
Pilgrim
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Beck Norling
Songwriter
Gianni van den Brom
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Niaggi
Producer
Pilgrim
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rose gold Rollie, I'm the ****
Put the whole damn hood on
Patron of the new, I help put the drip on
Ask me how many **** I done put on
My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good O's
I fuck with boujee bitches, fuck a hood hoe
Hit that bitch from the back and told her, "Ditto"
Sitting adjacent, a **** had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tip toe
Why you wifin' on the flip hoe?
'Bout to strap it, playing give and go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got Extendo
We ain't playing no pretend though
[Verse 2]
Sipping on this codeine, a **** gotta speak my mind
I remember we was having pope on them behind, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah, yeah
Fuck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the pussy till I knock it outta place
[Verse 3]
In a V12, get a lot of face
Spare the details, finished on her face
And I had the strap when I caught my case
Just got the grow house started in the Bay
I made a hundred plays in a day
Put a AirB bitch inside of the face
And I got the hood damn near riding every day
Putting money on the opps, no face, no case
[Verse 4]
Rose gold Rollie, I'm the ****
Put the whole damn hood on
Patron of the new, I had put the drip on
Ask me how many **** I done put on
My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good Os
I fuck with boujee bitches, fuck a hood hoe
Hit that bitch from the back and told her, "Ditto"
Sitting adjacent, a **** had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tip toe
Why you wifin' on the flip hoe?
'Bout to strap it, playing give and go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got Extendo
We ain't playing no pretend though
[Verse 5]
Balenciaga wearing ass ****
Hoodied up with a mask, ****
Shit snatched, now you want it back, ****
I just hope you don't go and rat, ****
Long Johns, right under the strap, ****
That's for you staring ass ****
Sawed-off head tap, double tap, ****
That's for you rat ****
[Verse 6]
No, I can't do no 9-to-5
Nah, nah, nah
I went to work with the strap, ****
I came around with five
Roddy came with six and we got 11 straps with us
Fuck with my ride or die
Holes in your body, ****, like Spongebob, and backflip it
Go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
****, I know magic
[Verse 7]
Rose gold Rollie, I'm the ****
Put the whole damn hood on
Patron of the new, I had put the drip on
Ask me how many **** I done put on
My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good Os
I fuck with boujee bitches, fuck a hood hoe
Hit that bitch from the back and told her, "Ditto"
Sitting adjacent, a **** had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tip toe
Why you wifin' on the flip hoe?
'Bout to strap it, playing give and go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got Extendo
We ain't playing no pretend though
Written by: Roddy Ricch, A Boogie wit da Hoodie