Area Codes - Roddy Ricch

Rare talk, yeah, talk, I’m gettin' to the bag, nigga

Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a nigga hoppin' out my bag, nigga

Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause Ricch ain’t goin' sad, nigga

I was just choppin' it up with Meek, now I hop out the Wag', nigga

Whippin' up dope, got the re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt

That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor

How you niggas say you robbin', you ain’t never make the news (Never made the

news)

Countin' up 10 racks, then I got some brand new shoes

I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good

Pullin' up Panamera when I’m in my hood

Niggas think I made a million off the jugg

Take care of my dawgs on death row like I’m Suge (Yeah, yeah)

I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)

I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)

If I’m gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)

Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light

These niggas been cappin', I can’t do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)

If a nigga wasn’t real, he can’t be around Ricch no more (No)

Hit it one time, I can’t even fuck no more (Woo, woo)

Made a million, I don’t even count no more (Woo, woo)

I just fucked her then I kicked her, no romancin'

She just like me 'cause my diamonds dancin' like a ballerina

If a nigga movin' by myself, then I gotta have a Nina

Told that bitch I only want her, I ain’t never ever need her

Gotta get a Puma deal, waitin' on my call for memory

Slangin' that white girl, Miley Cyrus, but my plug Vietnamese

See all these niggas hate me 'cause I got these racks on me

And my diamonds water, bitch, I spent a dub for the submarine

I got a new broad in every city I’ve been steppin' in

I hopped on the private with Louis V luggage

I got a new bag and hopped in the Benz

Got the new Cartier glasses

I’m Crippin', lil' nigga, the navy blue tinted the lens

I just need Benjamins, I don’t need no friends

I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)

I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)

If I’m gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)

Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light

These niggas been cappin', I can’t do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)

If a nigga wasn’t real, he can’t be around Ricch no more (No)

Hit it one time, I can’t even fuck no more (Woo, woo)

Made a million, I don’t even count no more (Woo, woo)