Ricch Like Roddy (Radio Edit)

We all gotta look up sometimes
And if I could I would make you mine
I tried, to find, a piece of me
But I'm never gonna get it
'N I feel you catchin' up to me

I really try to go harder
I really try so hard but I feel
That I'm destined to be this
So I'm not gonna cry 'no mo
(Turn me up)
No, I swear I'm only dyin
To right my wrongs (Yeah, let's go)

Made it from the bottom
Now these niggas full of envy
They ain't give a single dolla'
Now I'm rollin' 'round in plenty
Gotta watch the niggas
Comin' in my circle
They too friendly
I was fine before they met me
I'll be grindin' for a centry
Want a

New coupe, Benz Truck
Got these niggas pent up
Gettin' rich like Roddy
Hope nobody try to step up

Baby girl, she extra
Still not gonna text her
Say she got attached
Well baby, hope you learned yo' lesson

Wanted a Bugatti way before I was a jit
Now I'm rollin' in the lobby
Wit' a shotty on my hip
If he say he caught a body
Then he probably gonna snitch
Really, I can't trust a hottie
Cuz her body counterfeit

'Member I was beggin' niggas
To duet, or do a stitch
Now my bank account is bigga
Didn't spend a single cent
For the gold
She be diggin'
I was told
I should quit this
Now they see me in the street
'N they be sayin' I'm that nigga

I was grindin', like I'm Jigga
Now I'm rhymin' for these figures
Saw my bank account went from a drought
To now, I'm livin' richer
Livin' different
See, my life is like a movie, or estate
Issa bigga' picture, nigga
You can't fit inside the frame

Said I had to bounce back
Told the mixer bounce that
Show my middle finger to niggas who
Said I wouldn't last

Had to get a ringa' to linga
My second singa' a kinga
Nobody thinkin' I'm bigger
But I'm about to blast

Cuz I
Made it from the bottom
Now these niggas full of envy
They ain't give a single dolla'
Now I'm rollin' 'round in plenty
Gotta watch the niggas
Comin' in my circle
They too friendly
I was fine before they met me
I'll be grindin' for a centry
Want a

New coupe, Benz Truck
Got these niggas pent up
Gettin' rich like Roddy
Hope nobody try to step up

Baby girl, she extra
Still not gonna text her
Say she got attached
Well baby, hope you learned yo' lesson

Slidin'...
All my niggas slidin' wit' me
'N they sidin' wit' me
If the federonies try to get me
You try to gyp me
On my Q's & P's, we movin' quickly
'N the way I say my verses
Guarantee that issa litany

Fly to Houston
Shout-out Whitney
'N you know my pilot wit' me
Got a pile a lot of cash
Been savin' up
The game is tricky
I ain't signin' up my masters
Hope you crackas understand
I got a standard when it
Comes to movin' dollars wit' my hand

See, that's the plan
The way I'm flyin' to the sky, won't ever land
I hope they never do me dirty like MJ on ...
You see, I probably said too much
But the way the mic is touched
When I'm on it, you can tell
That I ain't never givin' up

Only up for a nigga
That's word to my nigga
The way they miss they nets, see
You would think they Ben Simmons

Been countin' up these digits
Steady grinnin', Imma get this
On a mission wit' conviction
'N you know a nigga winnin'

Said I
Made it from the bottom
Now these niggas full of envy
They ain't give a single dolla'
Now I'm rollin' 'round in plenty
Gotta watch the niggas
Comin' in my circle
They too friendly
I was fine before they met me
I'll be grindin' for a centry
Want a

New coupe, Benz Truck
Got these niggas pent up
Gettin' rich like Roddy
Hope nobody try to step up

Baby girl, she extra
Still not gonna text her
Say she got attached
Well baby, hope you learned yo' lesson

I, I hope you learned yo' lesson
I, I hope you learned yo' lesson
I, I hope you learned yo' lesson
I, I hope you learned yo
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I, I hope you learned yo' lesson

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I, I hope you learned yo' lesson