歌手:Roddy Ricch
专辑:《Feed Tha Streets III》

Ayy
Look out the window,
what do I see?
A couple yachts, they got some
thots that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out
of every season
Card me please,
Forgis make 'em stop breathin'
Mustard just sent
the new Ferrari,
I just might cop me one
They can't be Ricch,
they just tryna
make a carbon copy of him
Countin' up this new money,
every single day I'm home
I ain't worried 'bout
what they be on
You do what you can,
I live a lifestyle
on the daily, homes
Bracelets on my right wrist,
I got eighty on,
my fragrance strong
My bitch on top, we're tapin',
she don't ride it with no lace on
The lean poured, the Ace gone,
the double R, the gray stone
The inside blueberry
and the outside is Akon
Look out the window,
what do I see?
A couple yachts,
they got some thots
that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out
of every season
Card me please,
Forgis make 'em stop breathin'
It's hard to stomach that
I'm out runnin' laps
and I ain't comin' back
Maybach jumpin' like a jumpin'
jack off the mumble rap
Where Roddy at? I be chasin'
chicken, had to cut the fat
Only wear it one time,
did a show,
forgot to cut the tags
Another day, another seal,
another deal, another bag
Was nineteen,
chartin' up the jets,
I'm in another class
Niggas couldn't even tell,
I was out gettin' cash
Graduated from the streets,
I ain't gotta bring up my past
Look out the window,
what do I see?
A couple yachts,
they got some thots
that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out
of every season
Card me please,
Forgis make 'em stop breathin'
Look out the window,
what do I see?
A couple yachts,
they got some thots
that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out
of every season
Card me please,
Forgis make 'em stop breathin'