[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

Rose gold Rollie, I'm the nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh

Patron of the New, I had put the drip on

Ask me how many niggas I done put on

My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old

I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho

Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto

Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low

She looking at the Patek like some Skittles

Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow

Giuseppe got me on my tip-toe

Why you wifin' on a flip ho?

Brought the strap, I'm playin' give 'n' go

Serving junkies out the window

Tried to rob us, got extendo

We ain't playin', no pretendo

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]

Sipping on this codeine, a nigga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm

I remember we was havin' po-po 'nem behind, yeah, yeah

I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah, yeah, huh

Fuck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist

Hit the pussy 'til I knock it outta place

In the V12, get a lot of face

Spare the details, finished on her face

And I had the strap when I caught my case

Just got the grow house started in the Bay

I made a hundred plays in a day

Put an Arabic bitch inside of the face

And I got the hood damn near riding every day

Putting money on the opps, no face, no case

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

Rose gold Rollie, I'm the nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh

Patron of the New, I had put the drip on

Ask me how many niggas I done put on

My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old

I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho

Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto

Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low

She looking at the Patek like some Skittles

Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow

Giuseppe got me on my tip-toe

Why you wifin' on a flip ho?

Brought the strap, I'm playin' give 'n' go

Serving junkies out the window

Tried to rob us, got extendo

We ain't playin', no pretendo

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]

Balenciaga wearin' ass nigga

Hoodied up with a mask, nigga

Shit snatched now you want it back, nigga

I just hope you don't go and rat, nigga

Long johns right under the strap, nigga

That's for you staring ass niggas

Sawed-off head tap, double-tap niggas

That's for you rat niggas

No, I can't do no nine to five

Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, nigga

I came around with five, Roddy came with six

And we got eleven straps with us

Fuck with my ride-or-die

Holes in your body, nigga, like SpongeBob

And backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da

Nigga, I know magic

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

Rose gold Rollie, I'm the nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh

Patron of the New, I had put the drip on

Ask me how many niggas I done put on

My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old

I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho

Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto

Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low

She looking at the Patek like some Skittles

Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow

Giuseppe got me on my tip-toe

Why you wifin' on a flip ho?

Brought the strap, I'm playin' give 'n' go

Serving junkies out the window

Tried to rob us, got extendo

We ain't playin', no pretendo