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Ricch Forever
Roddy Ricch Lyrics


(DJ Bugsy)
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I just lost my dawg
Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag
Get right in the field I had to make a bag
The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back
I just wanna go get one mo' bag wit my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawgs
'Posed to take you on you first trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall

And we been on this money shit for years
Gotta drink this mud to make the pain go away
I been dropping these codeine tears
Praying Roddy Ricch don't go insane today
We was in the high speed like fuck the static
He wanted the Rollie, I wanted the Patek
Gotta get this safe my nigga fuck around and drag it
I done seen a lot of shit behind these glasses, yeah
My life goin' through many different phases
Gotta keep the gun on me can't go too many places
Rented V12's just to mimic drag races
Nigga we was bag chasers before we had braces

I just lost my dawg
Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag
Get right in the field I had to make a bag
The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back
I just wanna go get one mo' bag wit my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawgs
'Posed to take you on you first trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall

Got the Burberry jacket and an Ace of Spade
Get a hunnid racks, I gotta make it today
Gotta get a tennis bracelet, punchin' you right in the face
My dawg looked out for me when I ain't have nothin'
Pass on 30, then he put up in a Jag' or somethin'
When the opps seen him pull up cold, nigga, they was mad or something
We was countin' them hundreds back in Steelo's crib
I wanted to drip with my brother in Valentino for real
Remember I was talking to him on the jail phone on Christmas
Said when he get out we gon' add the check up like arithmetic
If you try to rob a nigga I vow to get the stick
I might slide on a nigga like a rip stick
I don't know why all these legends always gotta die young, yeah
Nigga gotta cut these snakes up out the grass
Out of everybody I suspected you last
We supposed to take all these flights first class

I just lost my dawg
Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag
Get right in the field I had to make a bag
The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back
I just wanna go get one mo' bag wit my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawgs
'Posed to take you on you first trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Long live my brother

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Rodrick Moore

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I just lost my dawg
Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag
Get right in the field I had to make a bag
The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back
I just wanna go get one mo' bag wit my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawgs
'Posed to take you on you first trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall
And we been on this money shit for years
Gotta drink this mud to make the pain go away
I been dropping these codeine tears
Praying Roddy Ricch don't go insane today
We was in the high speed like fuck the static
He wanted the Rollie, I wanted the Patek
Gotta get this safe my nigga fuck around and drag it
I done seen a lot of shit behind these glasses, yeah
My life goin' through many different phases
Gotta keep the gun on me can't go too many places
Rented V12's just to mimic drag races
Nigga we was bag chasers before we had braces
I just lost my dawg
Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag
Get right in the field I had to make a bag
The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back
I just wanna go get one mo' bag wit my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawgs
'Posed to take you on you first trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall
Got the Burberry jacket and an Ace of Spade
Get a hunnid racks, I gotta make it today
Gotta get a tennis bracelet, punchin' you right in the face
My dawg looked out for me when I ain't have nothin'
Pass on 30, then he put up in a Jag' or somethin'
When the opps seen him pull up cold, nigga, they was mad or something
We was countin' them hundreds back in Steelo's crib
I wanted to drip with my brother in Valentino for real
Remember I was talking to him on the jail phone on Christmas
Said when he get out we gon' add the check up like arithmetic
If you try to rob a nigga I vow to get the stick
I might slide on a nigga like a rip stick
I don't know why all these legends always gotta die young, yeah
Nigga gotta cut these snakes up out the grass
Out of everybody I suspected you last
We supposed to take all these flights first class
I just lost my dawg
Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag
Get right in the field I had to make a bag
The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back
I just wanna go get one mo' bag wit my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawgs
'Posed to take you on you first trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall



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Fasho

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Yuh

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Me

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Me

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I am you to

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This ones for all the OG Roddy Fans

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Stfu Roddy ASSSS.😐😐

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Yessaaaaa

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