Roddy Ricch - English Dj Remix Song

Wheezy outta here It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I gave my Rolls Royce some wings Drink so damn cold, I could freeze Ayy, first time I called Elliot, Gunna told me to spend 250 Now my chain cost half a milli' and I'm plottin on a silly billi' Made 25 million, I said mm-mm-mm-mm Now all of these hoes fuckin' me better, mm-mm-mm-mm Shawty say she like me 'cause she slidin' through the trenches with me Give her a million dollars worth of game like I'm Wallo and Gillie Wheezy, Wunna, Pluto, Roddy, this shit way too easy I put your bitch in CC, Céline, Chanel, if need be You niggas really actors, you shoulda been on TV You talkin' like you turnt up, you niggas really T-D It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper This ain't diamonds you lookin' at and we done updated the roster You can tell it's a rich nigga posture Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker Who did your jewelry? It look like brass One of your bros should've stopped ya It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin' If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (chop it up) I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons (I do) Bitch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this shit too easy (Super) I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando (Future) I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em I'm havin' pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it Can't put a presidential on a bitch 'less she give a nigga a ménage ('nage) That lil' IG bitch ain't shit, fucked her in the car (car) Fucked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (what up?) Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin' If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic

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

Rollercoastin' Roller-roller, roller-roller, roller-roller-rollercoastin', mm Roller-roller, roller-roller-rollercoastin', mm-mm, mm-mm Rollercoastin', mmm, mm-mm Ayy, hop off a jet, hop to a check Get to the money, and then what's next? I'm tryna pack out a gymnasium Like yeah, if he was young Had a porn star with the titties out, pussy out just for fun She like to go down South, and her brain go dumb How you say want a nigga life, but you can't carry no tongue? That's why my dick inside her mouth, and I get buried in her tongue 'Cause you know that's what you need if you have a long day If she don't go both ways, then she go the wrong way I been holdin' down a culture, I cultivate And it's really, really sad when I see it in your face I think you rollercoastin' Rollercoastin' Roller-roller, roller-roller, roller-roller-rollercoastin', mm Roller-roller, roller-roller-rollercoastin', mm-mm, mm-mm Rollercoastin', mmm, mm-mm Keep it rollin', rollin', rollin', keep it real as they come Been up and down so many times, they got my nerves goin' numb I got some niggas that go by, "Murder", why they sip red rum? Red beams and green beams on the Glocks and all the K's My lil' nigga ride with extended mops on all occasions I ain't surprised by my baby mama, she don't amaze me They try to paint a picture of a nigga like I'm Fugazi And run to the internet every time she feel crazy I try to pray to God, hopin' he will save me I ain't never come this far not to take care of my baby Gotta give my son my all, that's how my mama raised me I gotta stay involved even though they tryna jade me Rollercoastin' Roller-roller, roller-roller, roller-roller-rollercoastin', mm Roller-roller, roller-roller-rollercoastin', mm-mm, mm-mm Rollercoastin', mmm, mm-mm (Good mornin', boofy, I pray all is well with you) (I'm prayin' that you have a prosperous concert tonight) (Stay focused, know that your granny loves you) (And I might not be there in the flesh, but I am there in the spirit) (Love you, man, alright, talk to you soon)