No Rest

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Roddy Ricch - Rap, Hip-Hop

No Rest

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[Chorus] I don't ever get no rest (No rest) Workin', I ain't even got a desk (Uh-huh) Poppin' bad hoes out of catch Poppin' bad hoes out of catch Playin' outfield like the Mets (Play ball) Don't tolerate no disrespect (No way) Gotta top good drink with X (With X) Nigga, I don't ever get no rest [Verse 1] Ayy, watchin' my toddler, while he watchin' TV All money in, money counter for a hundred When I'm outside, you can't even see me All the things you did, lil' nigga, I done done it All we know is fuck the hoes and get the monеy (Get the money) Shе want me to fuck her four times, pop a hundred (Pop a hundred) Work her out, make a bitch do lunges (Work her out) I've been drownin' in this water like plungers We at the top of the T-O-P Money could climb up to G-O-D You can never reach my P-O-V Nigga, can't question me, I'm P-V-C-C (Woo) Can't condone sucka shit, niggas know that I'm overly lit Why the fuck would I commit to a bitch? New stones on my wrist, told her, "Give the pinky ring another kiss" Lookin' like cold stones in this bitch (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] I don't ever get no rest (No rest) Workin', I ain't even got a desk (Uh-huh) Poppin' bad hoes out of catch Poppin' bad hoes out of catch Playin' outfield like the Mets (Play ball) Don't tolerate no disrespect (No way) Gotta top good drink with X (With X) Nigga, I don't ever get no rest [Post-Chorus] Woo, woo, I don't ever get no rest Woo, woo, I don't ever get no rest Woo, woo, I don't ever get no rest Woo, woo, I don't ever get no rest [Verse 2] I'm cold like ice and I never think about the price The inside the house look nice Only like red and I don't like Trish I was in the H, ridin' with the prince Ran the money up, I been rich ever since Bust through the gate, I ain't straddle on the fence Open up her throat, get top off rip Stand out the way, I don't like it in the mix Suited and booted like I got a tux, had a birthday with Drake in the cut I'm lovin' the way that you fuckin' me, baby, I bought Chane'-ne' for the lust The Miami high-rise is luxury, two-fifty on her furniture, luxury Got my dawgs on my back, got the city on my back, you know they put their trust in me [Chorus] I don't ever get no rest (No rest) Workin', I ain't even got a desk (Uh-huh) Poppin' bad hoes out of catch Poppin' bad hoes out of catch Playin' out field like the Mets (Play ball) Don't tolerate no disrespect (No way) Gotta top good drink with X (With X) Nigga, I don't ever get no rest [Post-Chorus] Woo, woo, I don't ever get no rest Woo, woo, I don't ever get no rest Woo, woo, I don't ever get no rest Woo, woo, I don't ever get no rest

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  • Roddy Ricch