Roddy Ricch – moved to miami (feat. Lil Baby)

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Roddy Ricch – Moved To Miami (feat. Lil Baby) Full Lyrics

[Roddy Ricch:]
Huh, moved to Miami, then 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 millime meter every time I tote
I do all the shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the milage

I can’t fuck on a ratchet ass bitch
She ’bout to fuck the whole hood
I been stackin’ these hunninds inside
So all my niggas know I’m good
Real street nigga keep it all in the Tec
Got shooters on the side with bazookas in the back
Got a whole Amari 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 a heart
How they gon’ take my lil cousin and saw he was whippin’
And give all his children a start
Playin’ with that water, gotta be a shark
Swimmin’ with the fishes, duckin’ form the nars
Thirteen posted middle of the park
If you see an opp, gotta let it spark

Huh, moved to Miami, then 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 millime meter every time I tote
I do all the shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the milage

[Lil Baby:]
Three-five or better whenever I smoke
I see ’em doin it, but I do the most
I’ma do for the bro ‘fore I do for a hoe
All this money that be comin’ I do it for ’em both
They ain’t runnin’ with me, ain’t no one close
Shit be crazy for what you do for a post
You go viral, but it won’t be no joke
I got power and I move like a ghost
In a Rari doin’ sixty, controllin’ it
Big old Baby piece, them folks gotta notice me
I’m an artist, shit be poetry
Real trapper, never did nothin fraudulent
Send them boxes coast to coast like I’m Roddy Ricch
Roaches focus on yourself, you can buy the bitch
In Miami for a week, catchin’ vibes and shit
We got baddies on the boat gettin’ high and shit
G6 make that shit come up out of me
Pink slips to the car if I’m drivin’ it
Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets
I’ma show these niggas how they should pop it
Forbes list, I’m tryna get to the top of it
I walk in, they start switchin’ the topic up
I feel any kind of threat and I’m poppin’ up

[Roddy Ricch:]
Huh, moved to Miami, then 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 millime meter every time I tote
I do all the shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the milage

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