Lirik Lagu Roddy Ricch Featuring Mustard - High Fashion

Mustard on the beat, ho

Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause
High fashion like Goyard
G-Wagen or the Rover?
I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart
I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go
Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah
Ahh, woah
You ain't gotta deal with none of these niggas no more

If we hop in the Benz is that okay?
Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae?
I ain't no player, I just got a lot of baes
But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae
I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae
Know you want the shoe with the red on the bottom, bae
You know I like when you ride at the top, bae

She want Chane'-ne', Dio'-o'
I'm only doin' cash, I don't need promo
I pull up to the high rise, I'm in the four-four
Inside cocoa
If I got a feeling, I keep it inside my heart
And I keep a Patek, too, 'cause I don't do Versac'
You see my diamonds even when I'm in the dark
And since you got it, it make you go and do anything you want to

Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause (No applause)
High fashion like Goyard (Like Goyard)
G-Wagen or the Rover? (Yeah)
I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart (Ooh-ooh)
I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go (Shawty on go, go, yeah)
Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah
Ahh, woah
You ain't gotta deal with none of these niggas no more

If we hop in the Benz is that okay?
Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae?
I ain't no player, I just got a lot of baes
But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae
I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae
Know you want the shoe with the red on the bottom, bae
You know I like when you ride at the top, bae

If I hit it from the back, she gon' hit the sidewalk
If she got a best friend with her, take her back to my loft
Got her five in the mornin', wildin', wildin'
And her name ain't Megan but she a stallion, stallion
Gotta keep my hoes divided, 'member I was pullin' up in the valley
And you know I take her soul when she ridin'
Sweater and her sneakers all Kenzo
Shawty know to drop it low like a limbo every time we kick it like Timbo, woah, woah, woah

Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause (Nah, nah)
I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart (Ooh-ooh)
I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go (Yeah)
Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah

Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause
High fashion like Goyard
G-Wagen or the Rover?
I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart
I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go
Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah
Ahh, woah
You ain't gotta deal with none of these niggas no more

If we hop in the Benz is that okay?
Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae?
I ain't no player, I just got a lot of baes
But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae
I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae
Know you want the shoe with the red on the bottom, bae
You know I like when you ride at the top, bae

Lirik Lagu Mustard & Roddy Ricch - Ballin'

(I don't really wanna go, I don't really wanna stay)

(But I really hope and pray (I don't wanna))

(But can we get it together (Can we))

(Get it together (Together))

Mustard on the beat, ho

I put the new Forgis on the Jeep

I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath

'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets

I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'

I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning

I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty

All these designer on my body got me drip, drip, ayy

Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip

If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip

I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip

But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn't forget, back

I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that

I hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back

These bitches know me now 'cause I got them big racks

'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that

Young nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack

Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds back

We came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath

Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe

Either you frontin' y'all gang or you're SuWoop

Got a New Orleans bitch and man, that pussy voodoo

And I'm that nigga now, who knew?

I put the new Forgis on the Jeep

I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath

'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets

I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'

I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning

I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty

I been wakin' up to get the money, woah, woah

Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah

Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm fucking 'em both

I put in a new AP, the water like a boat

I was down bad on my dick, where was you niggas at?

I know you turned your back on me just to get some racks

I see you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach

New diamonds on me, fuck a flash, this ain't Snapchat

'Cause I been gettin' paid

Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade

Got my baby mama that new Bentayga

Tryna get the dojo like a sensei, yeah

Rolls Royce umbrellas when I'm in the rain

I just mind my business

I got brothers that did the time, I ain't kiddin'

All these rappers just talk about it, I live it

Goin' up, I ain't got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah

I put the new Forgis on the Jeep

I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath

'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets

I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'

I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning

I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty

I, ayy, yeah

I've been ballin', lil' nigga

Now watch me ball on these niggas

Ayy, now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah

Now watch me ball on these niggas

Now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah, yeah

Lirik Lagu Roddy Ricch - The Box

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s
She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know where you at, at

I was out back where the stash at
Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (Skrrt)
'Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (Yeah)
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
Nigga try to get me for my water
I'll lay his ass down, on my son, on my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
Lotta niggas out here playin' ain't ballin'
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (Yeah)
And I know probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty barely seen in double C's, I bought 'em
Got a bitch that's looking like Aaliyah, she a model
I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city
Patek like the sea, forget it

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s
She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know where you at, at, hah

Hahaha, I been movin' 'em out
If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (Yeah)
Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth
Bitch don't wear no shoes in my house
The private I'm flyin' in, I never wan' fly again
I'll take my chances in traffic (Yeah)
She suckin' on dick, no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing strip
I'm a 2020 president candidate
I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit
I been movin' real gangster, so that's why she picked a Crip
Shawty call me Crisco 'cause I pop my shit
Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah
When I had the drugs, I was street wealthy, yeah

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s
She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know where you at, at