Roddy Ricch – thailand Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
What you say?

Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most
My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a nigga your highness, ’cause we fuck on the low
And I get it, ’bout twelve for a key
If a nigga playin’ chess, I’m king
My niggas ridin’ with berettas, fuck a steam
You know I’m poppin’ every little team
Got a lot of heat (Ayy), got a lot of hundreds (Yeah)
Told about a bitch (Ayy), with a lot of money

You know Bird loungin’ by the pool
You know Donbo comin’ with the woo
I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers
Five-thousand, and them bitchеs brand new
I was right on the jet’ with lil’ cеlly
He my lil’ bro, but that nigga heavy
I spent twenty-five thou’ on her titties
They took her ass fat right out her belly
I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties
Eliantte callin’ every time I’m ready
Off a couple bars, I don’t need a medic
If I did it, then I meant it and I said it
Dwayne Wade, I kept the heat
Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat
I got a burden like a man in a meet
Feel like I buy another safe every week
Fivi said she a wetty
I was sittin’ at the trap house
Whippin’ shit out the crocker like Betty
All a nigga need ’bout ten racks
He’ll pop you if you pop thirties
My lil’ nigga do dirty
He just need the lil’ wordie
Give a fuck ’bout the verdict

Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most
My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a nigga your highness, ’cause we fuck on the low
And I get it, ’bout twelve for a key
If a nigga playin’ chess, I’m king
My niggas ridin’ with berettas, fuck a steam
You know I’m poppin’ every little team
Got a lot of heat (Ayy), got a lot of hundreds (Yeah)
Told about a bitch (Ayy), with a lot of money

Ayy, if I got the time, fuck her like a menace
Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist
Rain checks, had to work on my penmanship
What you got, I spent more on my fit, I spent more on my bitch
Twenty bitches on top of the Ritz
Got the store, you should cop you some kicks
We gettin’ money hooray-hooray-hooray
Havin’ doley on doley, ain’t talkin’ no stimulus
We went to war for this shit
When you stackin’ up paper on paper on paper
You gon’ need some more of this shit
Livin’ prototype they gon’ copy a nigga
I done spent some Ms on my property, nigga
Got rich off “The Box” how I box me a nigga

Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most
My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a nigga your highness, ’cause we fuck on the low
And I get it, ’bout twelve for a key
If a nigga playin’ chess, I’m king
My niggas ridin’ with berettas, fuck a steam
You know I’m poppin’ every little team
Got a lot of heat (Ayy), got a lot of hundreds (Yeah)
Told about a bitch (Ayy), with a lot of money




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