Roddy Ricch – Ricch Vibes lyrics

[Intro]
This boy got a hit

[Hook]
I just want you hear me when I pull up, skrr
Have a conversation Don’t wanna see you hurt
You ain’t settle for him cause you know your worth
Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt
These bitches tell you anything to get into your pocket
These bitches fucking with me cause they know I’m all vibes

[Verse 1]
Pull up in the i8 and these bitches start droppin
She wan’ roll up my plate tell them bitches go drop it
I got a feelin gotta tell the truth
You could be for these bitches they won’t be for you
I had a down bitch I don’t know what to do
I had to check this rap sheet and go get the lube
And I don’t mean that I don’t give the world to my bitch
I know she down so she deserve to be rich
Shorty I’m go and get you Birkin bags
That Rolls Royce you can be the first to have it
If I see it, I’m a grab it
Take you to Atlanta we gon flood I’m magic
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 the map
Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands
That bitch ain’t 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 up while I’m on tour
So I can have the flowers [?]

[Hook]
Look at you it’s lookin the mirror
Bought you Cartier’s now you seeing clearer
I bought that new Ferrari gon take it down
Come fuck with double R we some fucking winner

[Verse 2]
Get your best friend I call Chris he can tag team along
Talkin bout my feelins 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
Slide down the window while I pull up
Backwoods had the windows roll up
Just make sure that you never ever use me
Cause I can never fuck with none these groupies
Your friend tryna tell you that I ain’t a right nigga
Don’t listen to em they tryna hang all night with ya
Just hang em up don’t let them break the frame o mind picture
They fuck the same niggas these bitches won’t ride with you
See I’m just tryna tell you how I feel inside
Turn this music on when you ain’t feeling right

[Hook]
Turn and ride with Ricch when niggas tryna vibe
I’m in your mind, I’m in your mind
Aye I’m in your mind
Aye, aye, tell em I’m in your mind
Aye, shawty do you mind
Can I just vibe, aye
Aye can’t break the frame o mind, vision
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, aye

[Outro]
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hey
This boy got a hit