moved to miami (feat. Lil Baby)

歌手: Roddy Ricch Lil Baby • 专辑:LIVE LIFE FAST • 发布时间:2021-12-17
Huh, moved to Miami, then copped me a boat
 Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke
B***h, I'm a champ on top of the rope
 New Louis V's every time I tote
 Nine millimeter every time I tote
 I do all the shit without a stylist
 I got money, never went to college
 I got all my cars without the milage

I can't **** on a ratchet ass bitc
She 'bout to **** the whole hood
 I been stackin' these hunninds inside
 So all my niggas know I'm good
 Real street nigga keep it all in the Tec
 Got shooters on the sidе with bazookas in the back
 Got a whole Amari jean collеction
 And I ain't choosin' shit, this shit was destiny
B***h, I cooked the water without the recip
 And the feds and the cops ain't got no heart
 How they gon' take my lil cousin and saw he was whippin'
 And give all his children a start
 Playin' with that water, gotta be a shark
 Swimmin' with the fishes, duckin' from the nars
 Thirteen posted middle of the park
 If you see an opp, gotta let it spark

 Moved to Miami, then copped me a boat
 Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke
B***h, I'm a champ on top of the rope
 New Louis V's every time I tote
 Nine millimeter every time I tote
 I do all the shit without a stylist
 I got money, never went to college
 I got all my cars without the milage

 Three-five or better whenever I smoke
 I see 'em doin it, but I do the most
 I'ma do for the bro 'fore I do for a hoe
 All this money that's comin' I do it for 'em both
 They ain't runnin' with me, no one that close
 Shit be crazy for what you do for a post
 You go viral, but it won't be no joke
 I got power and I move like a ghost
 In a 'Rari doin' sixty, controllin' it
 Big old Baby piece, them folks gotta notice me
 I'm an artist, to the street this shit be poetry
 Real trapper, never did nothin fraudulent
 Send them boxes coast to coast like I'm Roddy Ricch
Roaches focus on yourself, you can buy the b***h
 In Miami for a week, catchin' vibes and shit
 We got baddies on the boat gettin' high and shit
 G6 make that shit come up out of me
 Pink slips to the car if I'm drivin' it
 No withdrawals, only deposit it
 Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets
 I'ma show these niggas how they should pop it
 Forbes list, I'm tryna get to the top of it
 I walk in, they start switchin' the topic up
 I feel any kind of threat and I'm poppin' up

 Moved to Miami, then copped me a boat
 Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke
B***h, I'm a champ on top of the rope
 New Louis V's every time I tote
 Nine millimeter every time I tote
 I do all the shit without a stylist
 I got money, never went to college
 I got all my cars without the milage
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