HoodRicch

Roddy Ricch

Album Feed Tha Streets

Chorus

I came from the bottom lil’ nigga
All I ever dreamt about was being hood rich
No flexin’ I don’t model lil’ nigga
I just count a check and I ain’t gotta show shit
This Louis duffel gettin’ heavy
‘Cause it’s holding all my fetty
Got me feeling like ya ya ya
I know this shawty she gon’ let me in
In the BM’s or the Chevy and you fucking with a ya ya ya

Verse 1

I just wanna pull up in that Range (Skrrt skrrt)
Flooded diamonds, looking like spaceships
See I just wanna count that dough and take trips
Pussy nigga, he be walking with a fake deep
My shooter got a dirty with the beam on it
She fucking so I had to put the team on it
And we just tryna poke, we ain’t tryna marry
Plus she knows I add the k she get a hundred carat
I told my big homie we gon see
Mills we ain’t gotta be broke no more, ayy, yuh
And when they freak Chillo I know he a real nigga
Kiss all of my hoes on tour, yuh
Baby, I’m not nothin’ like your last boy
Shrimp, lobster, make sure you got your passport
In the coupe, I do not have a back store
I gettin’ rich, ain’t nothin I cannot ask for

Chorus

I came from the bottom lil’ nigga
All I ever dreamt about was being hood rich
No flexin’ I don’t model lil’ nigga
I just got a check and I ain’t gotta show shit
This Louis duffel gettin’ heavy
‘Cause it’s holding all my fetty
Got me feeling like ya ya ya
I know this shawty she gon’ let me in
In the BM’s or Chevy and you fucking with a ya ya ya

Verse 2

Rich sex she always wanna have rich sex
I bend her over and beat it I leave her legs wet
Shooter with me they always carry they big ting
Got a problem come out niggas ain’t miss shit
See the whole game now I be screaming
We just tryna get the green but we not vegan
I been running to the bag so my feet hurt
Or it might be on Balenci’ to the T-shirt
If she never make a profit make her teeth hurt
I’m not pimpin’ I’m just like to get my feet first
I been sma-sma-smashing on sexy bitches
If she bad I might put that bitch in reverse
I’m the shit bitches you should be jumping on me
20-piece on me I feed these bitches they fucking hungry
High horse, ride my dick like a fucking pony
Speaker Knockerz I got this shit on my fucking lonely

Chorus

I came from the bottom lil’ nigga
All I ever dreamt about was being hood rich
No flexin’ I don’t model lil’ nigga
I just got a check and I ain’t gotta show shit
This Louis duffel gettin’ heavy
‘Cause it’s holding all my fetty
Got me feeling like ya ya ya
I know this shawty she gon’ let me in
In the BM’s with a Chevy and you fucking with a ya ya ya

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