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Roddy Ricch - paid my dues (feat. Takeoff) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Coleman
Coleman
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coleman
Coleman
Producer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Lyrics

[PreChorus]
Had to call my accountant to make sure a **** wasn't tripping
I done ran up a check, looking like a **** doing fitness
Late night, back of the club, searching and fishing
I went back to the Glock 'cause everybody talking 'bout switches
[Chorus]
If I said I fuck with you, I fuck with you
When they pile up that, money on, money on, money on, money
We see what these **** do
I ain't never gon' run, you know I ain't holding my tongue
For these ****, I tell the truth
They say I'm a young **** and I keep it too solid
You know I done paid my dues
You know I done paid my dues
[Verse 1]
I look at my phone and see what bitch I'm finna hit
I scroll and pick and choose
Roddy and Take', they know they ain't safe
So I suggest that you play it cool
They let us in and gave us the space to win
So how could a **** lose?
Been having money, I came out the womb
To having that shit on in middle school
[Verse 2]
Year after year, gotta keep it coming
Keep the wardrobe and the wheel new
When all of these hoes see how me and Take' move
It get crowded, I take two
And I'm knocking that bitch down on the first date
I ain't never gotta take two
I got hoes on, hoes on, hoes on, hoes
They swing on each other like Babe Ruth
[Verse 3]
I go to Fashion Week sitting on the side with a double cup
I got a sweet tooth
All-white Rollie Sky-Dweller, and the face K.C. Blue
[Verse 4]
Plain Jane gold presidential, I got yellow rings, look like Pikachu
Look in my garage, this ain't no facade
They got different eyes when they peek at you
[PreChorus]
Had to call my accountant to make sure a **** wasn't tripping
I done ran up a check, looking like a **** doing fitness
Late night, back of the club, searching and fishing
I went back to the Glock 'cause everybody talking 'bout switches
[Chorus]
If I said I fuck with you, I fuck with you
When they pile up that money on money on money on money
We see what these **** do
I ain't never gon' run, you know I ain't holding my tongue
For these ****, I tell the truth
They say I'm a young **** and I keep it too solid
You know I done paid my dues
You know I done paid my dues
[Instrumental]
Still getting—
Still sipping on the lean like I'm motherfuckin' pimping
Driveway loaded than a bitch
My driveway loaded than a bitch, ****
My driveway loaded than a bitch, ****
My driveway loaded than a bitch, ****
Written by: Kirshnik Khari Ball, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr., Scotty Lavell Coleman, Unkown Writer
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