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roddy ricch - aston martin truck lyrics

[intro]
aston martin truck, ride the tail off, scratchin’
aston martin truck, ride the tail off
skrrt, skrrt
skrrt

[chorus]
aston martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom)
had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house)
give my momma, my daddy, and day+one n+ggas a key to my house (key to my house)
made five+hundred+thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah)
[verse 1]
out in public, with the grip (grip)
all the fans wanna take a pic’
n+ggas not on my level, why you mad i f+cked your b+tch? (yeah)
had to say it ’cause you talkin’
i ain’t even tryna rub it in (rub it in)
i’m tryna make another hundrеd million
figure out how i’m gon’ bring my brothers in (yeah)
madе marni poppin’, we put marni on our jeans (yeah, yeah)
n+ggas on my d+ck, n+ggas watchin’ my show, tryna see my scene (yeah, yeah)
i been d+ckin’ your b+tch, i been d+ckin’ your b+tch, i’m the heartbreak king (i’m the heartbreak king)
and you went back and bought another diamond ring (ooh)
i’m about my money, i’m about my cake, i’m about my cream (i’m about my cream)
i keep tellin’ you n+ggas, i’m in love with lean (in love with lean)
cross on my wrist, ayy, elliot got me right, stop
i hate my cullinan, can’t fit in a tight spot

[chorus]
aston martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom)
had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house)
give my momma, my daddy, and day+one n+ggas a key to my house (key to my house)
made five+hundred+thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah)
aston martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom)
had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house)
give my momma, my daddy, and day+one n+ggas a key to my house (key to my house)
made five+hundred+thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
i pop my sh+t, she topless, these n+ggas ain’t stoppin’ sh+t (woo, woo)
i keep a chopstick, don’t see no competition (yeah)
i ride in g4, she off a g6 (woo, woo+woo)
stick to the street code, can’t never tell sh+t (no, no)
i had a ten seats (yeah), ridin’ in a bentley coupe, okay
she was in the bel+air crib, okay
hit it in the bed again, okay
she was like, “sing for me,” okay
she seen a hit low key, okay
you wanna vent o.t., okay
you wanna be a real rich b+tch, okay
she say she wan’ live in l.a. (l.a.)
so i had to show her the city (the city)
she know i’m for really, she know i ain’t kiddy, she know i be hangin’ with k!llers (uh+huh)
had her hangin’ with me
throwin’ up cs, lookin’ like one of the members (woo, woo)
i never did pay for the p+ssy
’cause that was not on my agenda (no, no)

- roddy ricch lyrics

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