Roddy Ricch – Aston Martin Truck

Lyrics Aston Martin Truck – Roddy Ricch

Aston Martin truck
Ride the tail off, scratchin’
Aston Martin truck
Ride the tail off

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off
Had to get a new butler
Four new maids to clean my house
Give my momma, my daddy
And day-one n**gas a key to my house
Made five-hundred-thousand
Every time you see me out

Out in public, with the grip
All the fans wanna take a pic’
N**gas not on my level
Why you mad I f**ked your b**ch
Had to say it ’cause you talkin’
I ain’t even tryna rub it in
I’m tryna make another hundred million
Figure out how I’m gon’ bring my brothers in

Made Marni poppin’, we put Marni on our jeans
N**gas on my d!ck, n**gas watchin’ my show, tryna see my scene
I been d!ckin’ your b**ch, I been d!ckin’ your b**ch
I’m the heartbreak king
And you went back and bought another diamond ring
I’m about my money, I’m about my cake, I’m about my cream
I keep tellin’ you n**gas, I’m in love with lean
Cross on my wrist, ayy, Elliot got me right, stop
I hate my Cullinan, can’t fit in a tight spot

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off
Had to get a new butler
Four new maids to clean my house
Give my momma, my daddy
And day-one n**gas a key to my house
Made five-hundred-thousand
Every time you see me out

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off
Had to get a new butler
Four new maids to clean my house
Give my momma, my daddy
And day-one n**gas a key to my house
Made five-hundred-thousand
Every time you see me out

I pop my s**t, she topless
These n**gas ain’t stoppin’ s**t
I keep a chopstick, don’t see no competition
I ride in G4, she off a G6
Stick to the street code, can’t never tell s**t
I had a ten seats, ridin’ in a Bentley coupe, okay
She was in the Bel-Air crib, okay
Hit it in the bed again, okay
She was like, Sing for me, okay
She seen a hit low key, okay
You wanna vent O.T., okay
You wanna be a real rich b**ch, okay

She say she wan’ live in L.A.
So I had to show her the city
She know I’m for really, she know I ain’t kiddy
She know I be hangin’ with killers
Had her hangin’ with me
Throwin’ up Cs, lookin’ like one of the members
I never did pay for the p**sy
‘Cause that was not on my agenda

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off
Had to get a new butler
Four new maids to clean my house
Give my momma, my daddy
And day-one n**gas a key to my house
Made five-hundred-thousand
Every time you see me out

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off
Had to get a new butler
Four new maids to clean my house
Give my momma, my daddy
And day-one n**gas a key to my house
Made five-hundred-thousand
Every time you see me out

Yeah, he put d!ck in your b**ch
How ’bout that
That’s why you’re so mad
Did you pour champagne on her
Did you give her a little bit or a lot of bit
I like that song but I ain’t know why I liked it
I really like it now
You, b**ch, you…

Written by Roddy Ricch, Aaron Bow, Byrd, Teddy Walton & Snoop Dogg
Album: Feed Tha Streets III
Produced by Aaron Bow, Byrd & Teddy Walton
Roddy Ricch | 2022

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