Ricch Vibes

[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