moved to miami (feat. Lil Baby) Lyrics

moved to miami (feat. Lil Baby) - Roddy Ricch

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moved to miami"

(feat. Lil Baby)

[Roddy Ricch:]

Huh, moved to Miami, then copped me a boat

Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke

Bitch, I'm a champ on top of the ropes

New Louis V's every time I tote

Nine millime meter every time I tote

I do all the shit without a stylist

I got money, never went to college

I got all my cars without the milage

I can't fuck on a ratchet ass bitch

She 'bout to fuck the whole hood

I been stackin' these hunninds inside

So all my niggas know I'm good

Real street nigga keep it all in the Tec

Got shooters on the side with bazookas in the back

Got a whole Amari jean collection

And I ain't choosin' shit, this shit was destiny

Bitch, I cooked the water without the recipe

And the feds and the cops ain't got a heart

How they gon' take my lil cousin and saw he was whippin'

And give all his children a start

Playin' with that water, gotta be a shark

Swimmin' with the fishes, duckin' form the nars

Thirteen posted middle of the park

If you see an opp, gotta let it spark

Huh, moved to Miami, then copped me a boat

Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke

Bitch, I'm a champ on top of the ropes

New Louis V's every time I tote

Nine millime meter every time I tote

I do all the shit without a stylist

I got money, never went to college

I got all my cars without the milage

[Lil Baby:]

Three-five or better whenever I smoke

I see 'em doin it, but I do the most

I'ma do for the bro 'fore I do for a hoe

All this money that be comin' I do it for 'em both

They ain't runnin' with me, ain't no one close

Shit be crazy for what you do for a post

You go viral, but it won't be no joke

I got power and I move like a ghost

In a Rari doin' sixty, controllin' it

Big old Baby piece, them folks gotta notice me

I'm an artist, shit be poetry

Real trapper, never did nothin fraudulent

Send them boxes coast to coast like I'm Roddy Ricch

Roaches focus on yourself, you can buy the bitch

In Miami for a week, catchin' vibes and shit

We got baddies on the boat gettin' high and shit

G6 make that shit come up out of me

Pink slips to the car if I'm drivin' it

Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets

I'ma show these niggas how they should pop it

Forbes list, I'm tryna get to the top of it

I walk in, they start switchin' the topic up

I feel any kind of threat and I'm poppin' up

[Roddy Ricch:]

Huh, moved to Miami, then copped me a boat

Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke

Bitch, I'm a champ on top of the ropes

New Louis V's every time I tote

Nine millime meter every time I tote

I do all the shit without a stylist

I got money, never went to college

I got all my cars without the milage