[Intro]
(DJ Bugsy)
(Swish)
[Chorus]
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 more bag with my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawg
Supposed to take you on yo first trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall
[Verse 1]
And we been on this money shit for years
Gotta drink this mud to make the pain go away
I been droppin’ these codeine tears
Prayin’ 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
Got to 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
Got to keep the gun on me, can’t go too many places
Ran in V12 just to mimic drag races
Nigga we was bag chasers before we had braces
[Chorus]
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 more bag with my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawg
Supposed to take you on yo first trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall
[Verse 2]
Got the Burberry jacket and an Ace of Spade
Get a hunnid racks, I gotta make it today
Gotta get a tennis bracelet, put that JNew the face
My dawg looked out for me when I ain’t have nothin’
Pass on thirty, then he pulled up in a Jag or somethin’
When the opps seen him pull up cold, nigga, they was mad or somethin’
We was countin’ them hundreds back at Stilo’s crib
I wanted to drip with my brother in Valentino for real
Remember I was talkin’ 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 RipStik
I don’t know why all these legends always got to die young, yeah
Nigga got to cut these snakes up out the grass
Out of everybody, I suspected you last
Supposed to take all these flights in first class
[Chorus]
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 more bag with my nigga
Wanna be rich forever for my dawg
Supposed to take you on yo first trip on a private jet
I vow to always ball until I fall
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Long live my brother
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About
- Album: Ricch Forever
- Released: 2018
- Artist: Roddy Ricch
- Songwriters: Rodrick Moore
