I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
We was runnin' outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
We was runnin' outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut
And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh
And I got the whole hood on go
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills
All of my niggas outside for real
I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea
It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real
I be hanging outside with guerillas
Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas
Niggas rather be fly than realer
And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up
I'm in the gang for the dirty-dirty
My right hand keep a .30 clip
I done did some time with the murderers
I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh
Platinum every time I put out (Put out)
Trap house lookin' like a cookout (Cookout)
He creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Birdman]
I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
We was runnin' outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut
And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh
And I got the whole hood on go
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Stunna)
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Rich Gang)
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Cap a slingshot on eighty shit, cherry wood in all my whips
Do it big, that label shit
Created shit but stayed hood rich (Stayed rich)
That's how we lace this shit, get money, stay break a bitch
At the top of hill, another shootout
With a hundred mil', we weighed that shit (We weighed that shit)
Chanel bag, jewelries be hundred or mo' (Hundreds or mo')
And I got my whole hood on go (Hood on go)
Bird call, I hit a lace then got ghost (Got ghost)
Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch, Birdman & Lil Wayne]
I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
(Blatt)
We was runnin' outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut
And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh
And I got the whole hood on go (Yeah)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze (Yeah, yeah)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Uh)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Roddy Ricch]
Stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan
Chrome Heart bust down, I weigh it underhand
Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band
Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag
Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams
I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am
Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man
But the light just might be a train comin', man
I had to spend some money to win some money
I had the rooftop down but still had the tints up on it
Weed so good, I tensed up on it
Lil' ho tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me
Rose gold look like ketchup on me
I let that chopper ring with no holy matrimony
All red like Patrick, homie
Redbone, got her lashes on me
I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie
Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime
Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (Yeah)
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Lil Wayne]
I bought a white Bentayga (Yeah)
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship (Yeah)
We was runnin' outside from the jakes (Yeah)
Now I put a lot of ice in the face (Yeah)
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut (Yeah, yeah)
And I got a ride with the tuck-up (Yeah, yeah)
Gave a hundred racks to my brother (Yeah, yeah)
Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up (Yeah, yeah), huh (Huh)
And I got the whole hood on go (Whole hood on go)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze (Froze)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Mula)
Ek het 'n wit Bentayga
Moes kruip deur die nag in die ruimtetuig
Ons is hardloop 'buite van die Jakes
Nou sit ek 'n baie ys in die gesig, huh
Hou 'n baie skuts in die cut-cut
En ek het 'n rit met die snoepie-up, huh
Het 'n honderd rakke vir my broer huh
Pop uit 'n tjek, Ek is 'n fok, huh
En ek het die hele kap op pad
Kyk na my nek, my pols, my pinky op vries
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drup-drup af na my tone
Nog trek in 'n Rolls-Rolls
[Vers 1: Roddy Ricch]
Het jy 'n Ferrari toe ek ry deur die heuwels
Al my Niggas buite vir die regte
Ek is 'bout om kak op Niggas, diarree
Dit is 'n baie valse Niggas, Ek is 'n sterf real
Ek hang buite met guerillas
Verloor my Dawg, om te sterf met my Niggas
Niggas eerder vlieg as realer
En as die Oeps wil skuif, kry treffer up
Ek is in die bende vir die vuil-vuil
My regterhand hou 'n 0,30-knipsels
Ek gedoen het 'n paar keer met die moordenaars
Ek is nie gotta skyn met 'n doel, huh
Platinum elke keer as ek sit uit (Pak)
Trap huis Lookin 'soos 'n cookout (cookout)
Hy Creepin 'up, kry die rooi dot, Headshot
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Birdman]
Ek het 'n wit Bentayga
Moes kruip deur die nag in die ruimtetuig
Ons is hardloop 'buite van die Jakes
Nou sit ek 'n baie ys in die gesig, huh
Hou 'n baie skuts in die cut-cut
En ek het 'n rit met die snoepie-up, huh
Het 'n honderd rakke vir my broer huh
Pop uit 'n tjek, Ek is 'n fok, huh
En ek het die hele kap op pad
Kyk na my nek, my pols, my pinky op vries
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drup-drup af na my tone (Stunna)
Nog trek in 'n Rolls-Rolls (Rich Bende)
[Vers 2: Birdman]
Cap 'n kettie op tagtig kak, kers hout in al my swepe
Doen dit groot, dat etiket kak
Geskep kak, maar ons bly kap ryk (Gebly ryk)
Dit is hoe ons kant hierdie kak, kry geld, verblyf breek 'n teef
Op die top van die berg, 'n ander skietery
Met 'n honderd miljoen, geweeg ons daai kak (Ons geweeg daai kak)
Chanel sak, jewelries wees honderd of ma '(Honderde of ma')
En ek het my hele kap op pad (Hood op pad)
Voël roep, ek slaan 'n kant toe het spook (Got spook)
Ryk nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marmer vloere
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch, Birdman & Lil Wayne]
Ek het 'n wit Bentayga
Moes kruip deur die nag in die ruimtetuig
(Blatt)
Ons is hardloop 'buite van die Jakes
Nou sit ek 'n baie ys in die gesig, huh
Hou 'n baie skuts in die cut-cut
En ek het 'n rit met die snoepie-up, huh
Het 'n honderd rakke vir my broer huh
Pop uit 'n tjek, Ek is 'n fok, huh
En ek het die hele kap op pad (Ja)
Kyk na my nek, my pols, my pinky op vries (Ja, ja)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drup-drup af na my tone (Down to my tone)
Nog trek in 'n Rolls-Rolls (Uh)
[Vers 3: Lil Wayne & Roddy Ricch]
Stunnaman, stunnaman, koeëlvaste Cullinan
Chrome Heart breek af, ek weeg dit onderduimse
Spandeer 'n paar hunnid bands, wat net was vir die band
Sit 'n vuil honderd grand in die wasgoed sak
Bout na 'n ander Xan pop ',' bout om te rook 'n honderd gram
Ek is nie wie ek is, jy is nie wat ek
Verlig soos die lig aan die einde van die tonnel, man
Maar die lig dalk net 'n trein gelewe, man wees
Ek moes 'n bietjie geld te spandeer om 'n bietjie geld te wen
Ek het die af dak, maar nog steeds het die tinte op dit
Onkruid so goed, ek gespanne up op dit
Lil 'ho tryna duim op my terwyl my teef op my
Rose goud lyk tamatiesous op my
Ek laat dit helikopter ring met geen heilige huwelik
Alle rooi soos Patrick, homie
Redbone, het haar houe op my
Ek kan nie eens lekker slaap sonder 'n miljoen kontant in die matras, homie
Vertel BAE Ek is in die stand, jy quatrogon 'het om te speel met die vagina op FaceTime
Nou net uitgevind die President ek het vir al dood was, slyk (Ja)
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Lil Wayne]
Ek het 'n wit Bentayga (Ja)
Moes kruip deur die nag in die ruimtetuig (Ja)
Ons is hardloop 'buite van die Jakes (Ja)
Nou sit ek 'n baie ys in die gesig (Ja)
Hou 'n baie skuts in die cut-cut (Ja, ja)
En ek het 'n rit met die snoepie-up (Ja, ja)
Het 'n honderd rakke vir my broer (Ja, ja)
Pop uit 'n tjek, Ek is 'n fuck up (Ja, ja), huh (Huh)
En ek het die hele kap op pad (Hele kap op pad)
Kyk na my nek, my pols, my pinky op vries (Vries)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drup-drup af na my tone (Down to my tone)
Nog trek in 'n Rolls-Rolls (Mula)