Roddy Ricch – Position Lyrics

Roddy Ricch – Position Lyrics
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    "Position." - Roddy Ricch

    Album: Feed tha Streets
    Track No: 02

    She said she wanna ride in a coupe
    So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay
    Might pour five or a deuce, yeah
    She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay
    Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe
    Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby
    Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone
    Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on

    Me and my niggas rollin' in the eight-six
    On some player shit, but yeah, I keep that TEC, bitch
    I want a hundred bands on a necklace
    So I get a hundred bands on my necklace
    20K on Instagram so, bitch, you think you poppin'?
    Chase a bag, won't chase a bitch, 'cause broke shit ain't a option
    I was kickin' in doors, I was really flockin'
    Know some niggas down bad, know some niggas locked in
    That's why I keep that double cup poured up
    That Rollie on my wrist, you know it's frozed up
    She want a rich nigga, so she chose us
    See LA 250 how I roll up

    She said she wanna ride in a coupe
    So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay
    Might pour five or a deuce, yeah
    She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay
    Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe
    Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby
    Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone
    Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on

    My Cuban Diddy Boppin'
    My Rollie Milly Rockin'
    It's Ace bottles, if I got it then my niggas got it
    And we was down bad, now my niggas really shoppin'
    We cop Birk' bags, 'Lenciaga, Cargan dollars
    That bitch gon' fuck with niggas 'cause she know I'm ballin'
    She hit my iPhone, told that bitch stop callin'
    I clicked on her, told the money, "Bitch, I'm all in"
    You couldn't dig me, if you did then you would fall in

    She said she wanna ride in a coupe
    So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay
    Might pour five or a deuce, yeah
    She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay
    Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe
    Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby
    Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone
    Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on

    Writer(s): Roddy Ricch.

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