Roddy Ricch - no way lyrics
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Can't trust that b*tch, no way, no way, no way, no Got a young ni**a lit I just turned twenty-two in Turks and Caicos I got a little problem with tellin' the truth to her She say I be too annoyin', I put Chanel on the ho I gotta buy her the whole damn Chanel store Bussin' these fits since a lil' boy [Verse 1: Roddy Ricch] Ayy, mix the J's with the double C, you know what I mean? I'm in a daze, all of this cash got me feel like I'm in a dream You know I'm supreme I got family ties like I'm K-Dot and Baby Keem I got b*tches that know what I mean Toot her up and I fu*k on the ting No way, no way, no way, no way I ain't never go behind your back I gotta stand tall and tell you to your face And I hold it close when a ni**a еmbracing I don't ever gotta chase it I don't еver gotta talk, came from the pavement I was always granny's favorite Got too many Richard Milles to ever have time for a lil' bitty b*tch Got too many plugs in the streets to ever walk around without a stick Got too many hoes that never have a lil' shorty on top of the dick Got too many life expenses to ever stop popping my sh*t [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Can't trust that b*tch, no way, no way, no way, no Got a young ni**a lit I just turned twenty-two in Turks and Caicos I got a little problem with tellin' the truth to her She say I be too annoyin', I put Chanel on the ho I gotta buy her the whole damn Chanel store Bussin' these fits since a lil' boy [Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Ayy, been bussin' these b*tches since a lil' boy I'm a big dog, ain't a lil' boy I know you're hearin' me, lil' boy But, you can't see me lil'– [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] Wockesha don't do me no justice, I need red That b*tch don't do me no justice if she don't give head That b*tch don't do me no justice if she don't find bread I got ni**as in the Bay that be on the 49 with the motherfu*kin' nine I got ni**as that's on the fort yard, went four times, on this fifth time Ever seen snake turn to a rat like 6ix9ine? Got a Rolls-Royce with the thick back and I got a b*tch, thick spine Put a green beam on lil' Glock, best believe I'ma get mine [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Can't trust that b*tch, no way, no way, no way, no Got a young ni**a lit I just turned twenty-two in Turks and Caicos I got a little problem with tellin' the truth to her She say I be too annoyin', I put Chanel on the ho I gotta buy her the whole damn Chanel store Bussin' these fits since a lil' boy [Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Ayy, been bussin' these b*tches since a lil' boy I'm a big dog, ain't a lil' boy I know you're hearin' me, lil' boy But, you can't see me lil'– [Outro: Jamie Foxx] Roddy, what up, baby? It's J. Foxx You killin' 'em, man Ayy, listen, now, I know this album is called LIVE LIFE FAST But, you know what I'm seein'? I don't think these young cats out here really know how to slow it down You know like-like-like me and Ye did it back in the day I mean, I don't think these motherfu*kers know about Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross, or-or-or little Anita So, right here, Roddy, I think you should do is slow that sh*t down, man, and set this motherfu*ker off right