Top Songs By Roddy Ricch
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Giuseppe Vasaturo
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Ryan-O'Neil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
"Robby" Andrew Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Alex Goldblatt
Producer
Jasper Harris
Producer
Moneyevery
Producer
sonic
Producer
Tom Levesque
Producer
Wasa
Producer
Lyrics
(Sonic goin' crazy)
Blew a hundred last month at Tooties
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
Take some time, talk some shit, I ain't never lost a bitch
Seen a opp outside playin' defense and we caught a pick
When I'm sippin' on this Hi-Tech, my throat be raw as shit
Real rich nigga, I can tell you how them flawless diamonds hit
Real shooter, aim at yo' medulla, I'm a connoisseur
Got that mula, when I'm in the Chi', gotta call up Booka
If you listen, I can teach shit, gotta be quick
Lil' nigga think he litty, only got a street hit
I was hittin' Billboard charts before my son could walk and shit
Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil' nigga could talk and shit
I just spent a day at my location with a rich bitch
They said the Yompton niggas couldn't do it and now we killin' shit
Blew a hundred last month at Tooties
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions
You be speculatin', I know you niggas can't stand us
I can patty cake with all these niggas one handed
Global jet pass, I can't never get stranded
Make my niggas buss a shh on a shh shh
I'm quick to hear a bitch talkin' and tell her, "Shh shh"
We got assassins makin' deals goin' two for one
She talkin' like she want molly, I told her do one
You can catch Ricch out in traffic, in some fast shit
You told me that that bitch exclusive, but I bagged it
Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble, I ain't flashy
Said my lifestyle kind of bougie but it's ratchet
Blew a hundred last month at Tooties
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Eric Sandoval, Ryan O Neill, Guiseppe Vasaturo
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