Top Songs By Roddy Ricch
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Mistey M Garcia
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Most these **** ain't try see you win
And I can't trust nobody
Not interest in bein' friends
Let's free all of my **** till my **** free again
Went in blind, through these Cartiers
I can see again
[Verse 2]
I'm Roddy Ricch but I remember back when I was broke
**** strugglin' on that dollar menu, now it's full course
Went from standin' on that corner
Now I'm standin' on the boat
Bitch, I bossed up
I done gave a lotta **** hope, yeah
[Verse 3]
And be careful who you choose, lil' ****
My youngin' grabbed a stick with a tool, lil' ****
Really thuggin' so you better keep it cool, lil' ****
Grab your backpack and go to school, lil' ****
[Verse 4]
'Cause these streets ain't for everybody
You lose old **** in the coldest ways
You take the L to snitch, get forty days
Your bitch be gone like andale
My **** tired of bein' underpaid
So we trappin' for a hunnid days
[Verse 5]
****, I remember I was certified broke
Then I got up off my ass, started juggin' for a note
Young **** hit or stay and I got stuck
Free my **** on the game, they got locked up
I pour a pint for all my **** who can't shine with me
And pour a**** for all my **** who alive with me
And fuck a **** who ain't tryna take the time with me
I'll take my **** worldwide if they grind with me
[Verse 6]
Where were you when I was broke?
Bein' broke was so annoyin'
When these other **** shinin' but you know you can't afford it
So I be trappin' heavy from the night until the mornin'
State prison taught my ****, we just tryna pay the mortgage
[Verse 7]
Hold it, hold me, kept with all these cases
Talkin' 'bout my struggle but you know I ain't complacent
I was sixteen when I got it out the basement
And birds seen the vision
Yeah, we gotta make it
[Verse 8]
Huh, certified broke but the name Ricch
Producers talkin' touchdown but they ain't switch
And if a **** switched up, I don't blame shit
Don't got no time for a **** or a lame bitch
[Verse 9]
Debonair, I'm 'bout to cop another Wraith on these ****
I go to Ruth's Chris 'cause I'm 'bout to eat steak on these ****
I take the charts so they won't stack one more case on my ****
We survivin' 'cause the shit just gon' make it, my ****
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Mistey Garcia, Rodrick Moore