Ricch Vibes

Lyrics

[Intro] This boy got a hit [Verse] I just want you hear me when I pull up, skrrt (Skrrt) Have a conversation, don't wan' see you hurt You ain't settle for him 'cause you know your worth (Know your worth) Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt These bitches tell you anything to get up in your pocket These bitches fucking with me cause they know I'm all poppin' Pull up in the i8 had these bitches jaw droppin' She wanna go to my place, had these jaw droppin' I got' tell my feelings, gotta tell the truth You could be for these bitches they won't be for you I had a damn, bitch, I ain't know what to do I had to chase this rap shit and go get the loot (This boy got a hit) And that don't mean that I ain't give the world to my bitch I know she was down, so she deserve to be rich Shorty I'ma go and get you Birkin bags That Rolls Royce, you can be the first to have it If I see it, I'ma grab it Take you to Atlanta, we gon' flood out Magic And 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 while I'm on tour So I can have the flowers hoppin' out the Benz Huh, huh, look at you it's like lookin' the mirror Bought you Cartiers know 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 (This boy got a hit) Slide down the window while I poured 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 friends tryna tell you that I ain't the 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 ya 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 (This boy got a hit), I'm in your mind [Outro] I'm in your mind Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind Ayy, shawty do you mind? Can I just vibe? Ayy 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