Roddy Ricch – Pressure Lyrics

Roddy Ricch – Pressure Lyrics
Pressure
Roddy Ricch
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    "Pressure." - Roddy Ricch

    Album: Feed Tha Streets III
    Track No: 13

    (Mustard on the beat, ho)

    Get too much money, I ain't even try to take no advice
    I got some baguettes, you know I'm buried in the ice
    I'm in an igloo and my bitch live in a glacier
    Came from the bottom, now I'm countin' up this paper (ayy)

    I get my racks and I shut up
    I get-get racks, get cheddar
    I'm pressure, she pressure
    Got a ticket in my dresser

    Bitch, I came straight up out the pressure
    Nipsey Hussle, blue rag on my necklace
    We mobbin' in thе Tesla
    I'm a certified Eliantе investor

    I promise I'm goin' in like the privates
    I'm boardin' in lot of out-of-town bitches, we know they coordinates
    I was broke, now I'm twenty-two and I made the Forbes again
    I been all about some racks, fuck a bitch, get some racks

    Get too much money, I ain't even try to take no advice
    I got some baguettes, you know I'm buried in the ice
    I'm in an igloo and my bitch live in a glacier
    Came from the bottom, now I'm countin' up this paper (ayy)

    I get my racks and I shut up
    I get-get racks, get cheddar
    I'm pressure, she pressure
    Got a ticket in my dresser

    Ayy, you know a nigga been livin' life
    I been gettin' factory diamonds, tryna get the Jigga ice
    We been on a different time
    I damn near don't wear Margiela, I got Louis V Vanilla

    I got my bitch that came from the trap pushin' porch pedal
    V-12 engines got me kickin' a horse better
    You like the local bitches, I like the imported better
    I hang with killers, none of my nigga don't know no better

    Shorty, what? You want your rent paid?
    And your bust down Rollie with a big face
    Wanna meet Rihanna, get some Fenty
    Can you climb up on my presidente?

    Get too much money, I ain't even try to take no advice
    I got some baguettes, you know I'm buried in the ice
    I'm in an igloo and my bitch live in a glacier
    Came from the bottom, now I'm countin' up this paper (ayy)

    I get my racks and I shut up
    I get-get racks, get cheddar
    I'm pressure, she pressure
    Got a ticket in my dresser

    Writer(s): Mustard, Roddy Ricch.

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