Roddy Ricch – Ricch Vibes Lyrics

Ricch Vibes

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"Ricch Vibes." - Roddy Ricch

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 03:50 am

Album: Feed tha Streets

Track No: 04

This boy got a hit

I just want you hear me when I pull up, skrr
Have a conversation, don't wanna see you hurt
You ain't settle for him 'cause you know your worth
Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt
These bitches tell you anything to get into your pocket
These bitches fucking with me 'cause they know I'm all vibes

Pull up in the i8 and these bitches start droppin'
She wanna go to my place had these bitches' jaw droppin'
See I got tell my feelings gotta tell the truth
You could be for these bitches they won't be for you
I had a down bitch I ain't know what to do
I had to chase this rap shit and go get the loot

And I don't mean that I don't give the world to my bitch
I know she was down so she deserve to be rich
Shawty I'ma go and get you Birkin bags
That Rolls Royce you can be the first to have it
If I see it, I'm a grab it
Take you to Atlanta we gon' flood out Magic
You not by my side shawty I can't imagine
You make me choosin' you but you know rap my passion

I ain't tryna play you this not On Demand
Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands
That bitch is my fan I am not your man
I don't know these bitches they just want my sand
Blow up twenty piece 'cause I know I can
Put it on a ring so I can ask your hand
I'm just tryna blow up while I'm on tour
So I can have the flowers hoppin' out that Benz

Look at you it's lookin' the mirror
Bought you Cartier's now you seeing clearer
I bought that new Ferrari we gon' take to dinner
Come fuck with double R, we some fucking winners

Get your best friend, I call Chris he can tag team along
Talkin' 'bout my feelings I ain't tryna brag too long
I'm just tryna tell you that I'm all yours
Shopping bags, we can have a car full
Slide down the window while I pull up
Backwoods had the windows rolled up
Just make sure that you never ever use me
'Cause I can never fuck with none these groupies

Your friend tryna tell you that I ain't a right nigga
Don't listen to 'em they tryna have no life with ya
Just hang 'em up don't let them break the frame on my picture
They fuck the same niggas these bitches won't ride with you

See I'm just tryna tell you how I feel inside
Turn this music on when you ain't feeling right
Turn on Roddy Ricch when niggas tryna vibe
I'm in your mind, I'm in your mind

Ayy, I'm in your mind
Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind
Ayy, shawty do you mind
Can I just vibe? Ayy, yeah

Ayy, don't break the frame on my picture
Hey these bitches they won't ride with you
Tryna take you to the sky, ride with me
Hey, baby I just wanna take you high
Fly with me, ayy

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hey
This boy got a hit

Writer(s): Roddy Ricch.

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