moved to miami

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]

Huh

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

Moved to Miami and copped me a boat (8—)

Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke

Bitch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes

New Louis V's every time I tote

Nine millimeter every time I tote

I do all this shit without a stylist

I got money, never went to college

I got all my cars without the mileage

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]

I can't fuck on these ratchet-ass bitches, she 'bout to fuck the whole hood

I been stackin' these hundreds inside the safe, so all my niggas know I'm good

Rеal street nigga, keep it all in the TEC

Got the shooters on thе side with bazookas in the back

Got a whole Amiri jean collection

And I ain't choosin' shit, this shit was destiny

Bitch, I cooked the water without the recipe

And the feds and the cops ain't got no heart

How they gon' take my lil' cousin upstate? He was whippin' to give all his children a start

Playin' with that water, gotta be a shark

Swimmin' with the fishes, duckin' from the narcs

Thirteen, posted middle of the park

If you see an opp, gotta let it spark

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

Moved to Miami and copped me a boat

Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke

Bitch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes

New Louis V's every time I tote

Nine millimeter every time I tote

I do all this shit without a stylist

I got money, never went to college

I got all my cars without the mileage

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]

Three-five or better whenever I smoke

I see 'em doin' it, but I do the most

I'ma do it for the bro 'fore I do it for a ho

All this money that's comin', I'll do it for 'em both

They ain't runnin' with me, nowhere near close

Shit be crazy what they'll do for a post

You'll go viral, but it won't be no joke

I got power and I move like a ghost

In a 'Rari doin' one-sixty, controllin' it

Big old Baby piece, them folks gotta notice me

I'm an artist, to the street, this shit poetry

Real trapper, never did nothin' fraudulent

Send them boxes coast to coast like I'm Roddy Ricch

So just focus on yourself, you can buy the bitch

In Miami for a week, catchin' vibes and shit

We got baddies on the boat gettin' hot and shit

G6 make that shit come up out of me

Pink slips to the car if I'm drivin' it

No withdrawals, only deposit it

Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets

I'ma show these niggas how they should pop it

Forbes list, I'm tryna get on the top of it

I walk in, they start switchin' the topic up

I feel any kind of threat and I'm poppin' up

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

Moved to Miami and copped me a boat

Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke

Bitch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes

New Louis V's every time I tote

Nine millimeter every time I tote

I do all this shit without a stylist

I got money, never went to college

I got all my cars without the mileage