Deep (feat. Rick Ross, Wiz Khalifa & TeeFLii) - Mustard & Roddy Ricch

Bounce, Bounce Bounce, Bounce Bounce, Bounce Bounce, Bounce Choppa' choppa' down, down, down, down I lay a nigga' down, down, down, down Choppa' choppa' break it down, down, down, down Shots be flying, niggas die, don't make a sound Chrome .44 on the slow-mo when your body hit the ground Nigga' look around Got shooters, got guns, got bitches, got white, mo'fucka' we run the town When them shots be flying nigga's diving, dying, running trying to hit the ground Security, need security when them shots be flying around Cocaine music nothing stopping that, with Juice 'ey I'm Project Pat I got the streets nigga' fine with that Chasing that money, nothing stopping that Big ass chopper, cocaine mafia, lay a nigga' down if a nigga' try stop 'em Chopper break it down, I fix a nigga' problem Low to the ground, and the roof no top King of the streets, I ain't never going to stop Nigga's ask around, when a single goin' drop? A nigga so hot, jewels so cold, still let a chopper chop I ain't got time for the bullshit No fight games, just a full clip Old school girl, just a hood bitch One thing for sure i'mma' let it rip Point blank range with the SK

808 Mafia Evel Knievel Hah Southside on the track, yeah 1-0-1-7 I'm a cocaine cowboy, got bricks right now, boy Just call me and then I'm on the way (On the way) They locked my homeboy down, but I hold my partner down You know he called me, he good, it's on the way (On the way) It's on the way (On the way), you in the way (You in the way) Touch down with yay, rain, sunny, cloudy day (Cloudy day) No cloudy days (No cloudy days), no rainy days (No rainy days) Man, I done had my share of motherfucking rain A lot of pain, a lot of chains Felt like a slave, all this motherfucking rage (A lot of rage) I want a change, I made a change So much 'caine, I'm in Sun Valley hall of fame I met the twelve, I made her do the walk of shame I'm Gucci Mane, that's who I was before the fame These clout chasers tryna come up off my name (On my name) Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame 'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (You's a lame) You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame 'Cause you's a lame Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause You's a lame (Won't even talk to y'all niggas) 'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame (Taylor Gang) Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (Uh, yeah) Bitch, you's a lame, look at my chain (Woah) Nothing but diamonds, I could put you on the game Your best friend wanna fuck me, that's a shame But I don't even hit it, she just give me brain My car insane, got so much change I made a hundred mil' and never been the same (Goddamn) I gained everything 'cause I've been through the pain Now if my day is cloudy, I just make it rain I keep a hundred bad hoes Take the smell on my clothes She hit my phone, said she close Shop in the store and it's closed (Damn) I'm only there if it's hoes They say I'm doing the most Ever since I've been in first class, I ain't ever went back to coach Started playing for the team, now bitch, I'm the coach (Ooh) She ain't like me, see my chain, now the bitches approach (Ooh) I give her different strokes (Damn) I put the dick in her throat (Woah) I get the paper and go (Oh) I get a mil' and get more, woah, woah 'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame (Goddamn) Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (Oh my God) You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame (Hahahaha) Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame 'Cause you's a lame Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (1017, double M) 'Cause you's a lame (You a lame), 'cause you's a lame (You a lame) Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (Let's go, nigga) Maybach Music Brick boy, I'm whipping work up like I'm Nick Gordon In a purple 9-11, still in a bidding war Belle Harbor, Neiman Marcus, I bought the fifth floor Took her shoppin', need it all 'cause fat boy just gettin' more (Me) Mailman, he keep peelin' a nigga, Pell Grant (Uh) Pants fell, TEC-9, who wanna deal in? (Bang) Swimming pool, my shit bigger than at Six Flags I just flood all on my hundreds with my rich ass (M-M) Bend over, I got a bitch I pay to wipe my ass Caught a seizure, I'm the shit, this time I peed my pants Check his vital signs, I heard he goin' broke Couple cases of champagne, I hear she snortin' coke 'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame (Maybach Music) Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame 'Cause you's a lame Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame 'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame 'Cause you's a lame

I make you feel better than you ever been I guarantee that you gon' tell the other man he need to get lost And girl you know you dealing with a veteran, I'll beat that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out You ain't gotta trip about no money 'Cause whatever you want, I'ma get it, I ain't worry about the cost I ain't fucking, I ain't phony, I ain't frontin', I ain't stuntin' Everything I say is real, you dealin' with the boss, yeah You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out Never lay my Jesus piece face down It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this fucker run She not a singer, but dammit I made her hum Name Ricky, but really I've been a Willy See you looking at it but this watch a quarter milli' I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi Never go wrong GPS, my Ferrari You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man (Because girl you're worth it) You rollin' with the man Turn the lights off

This boy got a hit I just want you hear me when I pull up, skrr Have a conversation, don't wanna see you hurt You ain't settle for him 'cause you know your worth Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt These bitches tell you anything to get into your pocket These bitches fucking with me 'cause they know I'm all vibes Pull up in the i8 and these bitches start droppin' She wanna go to my place had these bitches' jaw droppin' See I got tell my feelings gotta tell the truth You could be for these bitches they won't be for you I had a down bitch I ain't know what to do I had to chase this rap shit and go get the loot And I don't mean that I don't give the world to my bitch I know she was down so she deserve to be rich Shawty I'ma go and get you Birkin bags That Rolls Royce you can be the first to have it If I see it, I'm a grab it Take you to Atlanta we gon' flood out Magic You not by my side shawty I can't imagine You make me choosin' you but you know rap my passion I ain't tryna play you this not On Demand Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands That bitch is my fan I am not your man I don't know these bitches they just want my sand Blow up twenty piece 'cause I know I can Put it on a ring so I can ask your hand I'm just tryna blow up while I'm on tour So I can have the flowers hoppin' out that Benz Look at you it's lookin' the mirror Bought you Cartier's now you seeing clearer I bought that new Ferrari we gon' take to dinner Come fuck with double R, we some fucking winners Get your best friend, I call Chris he can tag team along Talkin' 'bout my feelings I ain't tryna brag too long I'm just tryna tell you that I'm all yours Shopping bags, we can have a car full Slide down the window while I pull up Backwoods had the windows rolled up Just make sure that you never ever use me 'Cause I can never fuck with none these groupies Your friend tryna tell you that I ain't a right nigga Don't listen to 'em they tryna have no life with ya Just hang 'em up don't let them break the frame on my picture They fuck the same niggas these bitches won't ride with you See I'm just tryna tell you how I feel inside Turn this music on when you ain't feeling right Turn on Roddy Ricch when niggas tryna vibe I'm in your mind, I'm in your mind Ayy, I'm in your mind Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind Ayy, shawty do you mind Can I just vibe? Ayy, yeah Ayy, don't break the frame on my picture Hey these bitches they won't ride with you Tryna take you to the sky, ride with me Hey, baby I just wanna take you high Fly with me, ayy Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, hey, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, hey This boy got a hit

Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money You know Bird loungin' by the pool You know Donbo comin' with the woo I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers Five-thousand, them bitches brand-new I was ridin' on the jet' with lil Setty He my lil' bro, but that nigga heavy I spent 25 thou' on her titties They took her ass fat right out her belly I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties Eliantte callin' every time I'm ready Off a couple bars, I don't need a medic If I did it, then I meant it and I said it Dwayne Wade, I kept the heat Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat I got a burden like a man in a meet Feel like I buy another safe every week Fivio said she a wetty I was sittin' at the trap house, whippin' shit out the crocker like Betty All a nigga need 'bout ten racks He'll pop you if you pop a 30 My lil' nigga do dirty He just need the lil' wordie Give a fuck 'bout the verdict Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money Ayy, if I got the time, fuck her like a menace Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist Writin' checks, had to work on my penmanship What you got, I spent more on my fit, I spent more on my bitch 20 bitches on top of the Ritz Got the store, you should cop you some kicks We gettin' money hooray, hooray, hooray Havin' dodey on dodey, ain't talkin' no stimulus We went to war for this shit When you stackin' up paper on paper on paper You gon' need some more of this shit Livin' prototype they gon' copy a nigga I done spent some Ms on my property, nigga Got rich off "The Box" how I box me a nigga Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money

She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on Me and my niggas rollin' in the eight-six On some player shit, but yeah, I keep that TEC, bitch I want a hundred bands on a necklace So I get a hundred bands on my necklace 20K on Instagram so, bitch, you think you poppin'? Chase a bag, won't chase a bitch, 'cause broke shit ain't a option I was kickin' in doors, I was really flockin' Know some niggas down bad, know some niggas locked in That's why I keep that double cup poured up That Rollie on my wrist, you know it's frozed up She want a rich nigga, so she chose us See LA 250 how I roll up She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on My Cuban Diddy Boppin' My Rollie Milly Rockin' It's Ace bottles, if I got it then my niggas got it And we was down bad, now my niggas really shoppin' We cop Birk' bags, 'Lenciaga, Cargan dollars That bitch gon' fuck with niggas 'cause she know I'm ballin' She hit my iPhone, told that bitch stop callin' I clicked on her, told the money, "Bitch, I'm all in" You couldn't dig me, if you did then you would fall in She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on