Roddy Ricch - Too Easy (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Future] (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus: Gunna] It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy Different b*tch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it [Verse 1: Roddy Ricch] I gave my Rolls Royce some wings Drink so damn cold, I could freeze Ayy, first time I called Elliot, Gunna told me to spend two-fifty Now my chain cost half a milli' and I'm plottin on a silly billi' Made twenty-five million, I said mm-mm-mm-mm Now all of these hoes fu*kin' me better, mm-mm-mm-mm Shawty say she like me 'causе she slidin' through the trenchеs with me Give her a million dollars worth of game like I'm Wallo and Gillie Wheezy, Wunna, Pluto, Roddy, this sh*t way too easy I put your b*tch in CC, Céline, Chanel, if need be You ni**as really actors, you shoulda been on TV You talkin' like you turnt up, you ni**as really T-D [Chorus: Gunna] It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy Different b*tch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it [Verse 2: Gunna] Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper This ain't diamonds you lookin' at and we done updated the roster You can tell it's a rich ni**a posture Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should've stopped ya [Chorus: Gunna] It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy Different b*tch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin' If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic [Verse 3: Future] Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this sh*t too easy (Yeah) Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (Chop it up) I got a different b*tch for different places, different seasons (I do) b*tch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this sh*t too easy (Super) I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando (Future) I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em I'm havin' pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate (What else?) I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it (Pluto) Can't put a presidential on a b*tch 'less she give a ni**a a ménage ('Nage) That lil' IG b*tch ain't sh*t, fu*ked her in the car (Car) fu*ked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (What up?) Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car [Chorus: Gunna] It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy Different b*tch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin' If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic