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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Kelvin Tami
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Back in Givenchy
I just put my bitch back in Givenchy
I just, I just put my bitch back in Givenchy
I just put my bitch back in the
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Pull up in Jeep, with forty feet
Guess what I'm grindin' for, Patek Philippe
My **** starvin', so we fed the streets
I pull up slidin' on these ****, beep, beep
Young **** grindin'
'Cause I put that time in
Shout out to Hollywood, check out my diamonds, yeah
Balenciaga, ****
I don't do no violence
Your man keep talkin', but we really 'bout it
See I was just broke, but I never talk cheap
Bed bugs tried to bite a ****, I done lost sleep
And now I'm gettin' money, **** know they lost me
I just put my bitch back in Givenchy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I might pull up in broad day
With them killers on me
Got banana clips, you know we got gorilla, homie
I might take all the money, 'cause we out on vacation
Mama told me all it took was motivation
I might cash out on the baddest bitch
Yeah, and trade that bitch for a badder bitch
It don't take long for me to grab a bitch
Yeah, she sip my semen like it's Actavis
[Verse 4]
**** know I make it happen
Tryna get into a mansion
And I really love music
Tryna do a **** passion
You don't want no blood
Young **** got magic
And I got the automatic
But I let a **** have it
You rockin' but that Rolex fake, lil' ****
I got two bitches holdin' my grapes, lil' ****
We fed the streets the whole damn tape, lil' ****
Wraith roof make you feel like space
You **** ain't cold
No, you **** ain't got it
My dawgs is Hush Puppies, we move in silence, yeah
I'm such a clean ****
Don't promote no violence
Yeah, but if a **** call me
Then I gotta find him, so
[Verse 5]
I might pull up in broad day
With them killers on me
Got banana clips, you know we got gorilla, homie
I might take all my of ****, we out on vacation
Mama told me all it took was motivation
I might cash out on the baddest bitch
Yeah, and trade that bitch just for a badder bitch
It don't take long for me to grab a bitch
Yeah, she sip my semen like it's Actavis
[Verse 6]
We fed the street
I fed the street, yeah
I fed the street
Young **** was hungry
So, I fed the street
I fed the streets
Me and Crip, we fed the streets
Written by: Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.