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roddy ricch - cream lyrics

[intro]
yung lan on the track
den beats
hunnid bands for a kilo, n-gga

[chorus]
i spent my whole life chasin’ the bag and runnin’ from coppers
and a n-gga been drownin’ myself in these codeine problems (yeah)
spent a couple thousand on my feet, then ran it back up in a week (yeah, yeah)
i got these jordans on my feet, ’til it get bl–dy underneath (yeah, yeah)
wanna fill this safe up ’til its bussin’ out my jeans, dawg
cash rules everything around me, dawg (ayy)
i remember i wasn’t havin’ no money, now i’m the richest in the yojects
i had to take the safe up out the wall and put the faces in my pocket

[verse 1]
i ain’t even have no gas, i had to pursue the duffel, yeah
while i’m in the trenches, i did everything for the profits
i wanna pull up to the hood day fly as f-ck, red guts in the masi’
all my brothers gotta eat, and if i got a full plate, he know that he got it
i ain’t even got a plug, n-gga had to run it up, turn into the socket
had to go and run the play
n-ggas know that i’m the wave, like i’m a tsunami
if the n-gga want it all, i gotta be my own boss like i’m john gotti
a n-gga can’t play me out of my position
i just might f-ck around and catch a body
see me a bag, and i done went at it
had to go serve a lot of drug addicts
gotta turn a rollie into a patek
flex the money like a n-gga ain’t have it
i just pray to god that all my traps don’t ever get no static, yeah
’cause if a n-gga try to take what’s mine, i gotta cause havoc, yeah

[verse 2]
i been tellin’ my b-tches, they just gotta play they position
blue faces in the rollie, you know i been crippin’
‘member days when i was down for a minute
now a n-gga blow a thousand at lenox
doin’ everything that they said that i didn’t
at the lear and it’s only beginnin’
my name in the seats, they know it ain’t rented
wear my red bottoms like they’re air forces now
i’m the youngest, richest, flyest, n-gga outta comp-town
made my own lane, now all these n-ggas wanna copycat off of my sound
i just made $250,000, i don’t know how
i had to get me some racks
i had to get me some packs, yeah yeah
i just be livin’ what i’m talkin’
i ain’t gotta do no rappin’ cappin’ now
i know she with me for the dollars
that’s why all these hoes be around
she remember when a n-gga was broke
now she wanna f-ck me now

- roddy ricch lyrics

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