Ricch Vibes - Roddy Ricch

I just want you hear me when I pull up skirt

Have a conversation don’t wanna see you hurt

You ain’t settle for him 'cause you know your worth

Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt

These bitches tell you anything to get into your pocket

These bitches fucking with me 'cause they know I’m all vibes

Pull up in the i8 and these bitches jaw dropping

She wan' roll up my plate tell them bitches go drop it

See, I gots all my feeling gotta tell the truth

You could be for these bitches they won’t be for you

I had a down bitch I ain’t know what to do

I had to check this rap shit and go get the lube

And I 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 wan' go and get you Birkin bags

That Rolls Royce you can be the first to have it

If I see it, I’m a grab it

Take you to Atlanta we gon' flood out magic

You not by my side shorty I can’t imagine

You make me choosing you but you know rap my passion

I ain’t tryna play you this not on the map

Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands

That bitch ain’t 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 axe your hand

I’m just tryna blow up while I’m on tour

So I can have the flowers hopping off that Benz

Look at you it’s like look in the mirror

Bought you Cartier’s now you seeing clearer

I bought that new Ferrari gon' take it dinner

Come fuck with double R we some fucking winners

Get your best friend I call Chris he can tag team along

Talking 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

Slide down the window while I pull 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 friend tryna tell you that I ain’t the right nigga

Don’t listen to em they ain’t tryna handle life with you

Just hang em up don’t let them break the frame of my picture

They fuck the same niggas these bitches won’t ride with you

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, I’m in your mind

Aye I’m in your mind

Aye, aye, tell em I’m in your mind

Aye, shorty do you mind

Can I just vibe, aye

Aye can’t break the frame of my vision

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, aye

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, hey, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, hey

This boy got a hit