Chorus: Roddy Ricch 
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh 
Patron of the?New?I had to?put the drip on 
Ask me how?many niggas I done put on 
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old 
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho 
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto 
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low 
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles 
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow 
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe 
Why you wifin' on a flip ho? 
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go 
Serving junkies out the window 
Tried to rob us, got extendo 
We ain't playing no pretendo 

Verse 1: Roddy Ricch 
Sipping on this codeine, a nigga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm 
I remember we was having popo'nem behind, yeah, yeah 
I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah, yeah, huh 
Fuck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist 
Hit the pussy 'til I knock it outta place 
In the V12, get a lot of face 
Spare the details, finished on her face 
And I had the strap when I caught my case 
Just got the grow house, started in the bay 
I made a hundred plays in a day 
Put a AP bitch inside of the face 
And I got the hood down, they riding every day 
Putting money on the opps, no face, no case 

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo

Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Balenciaga-wearin'-ass nigga
Hoodied up with a mask, nigga
Shit snatched now you want it back, nigga
I just hope you don't go and rat, nigga
Long johns right under the strap, nigga
That's for you staring ass niggas
Sawed-off head tap, double-tap niggas
That's for you rat niggas
No, I can't do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, nigga
I came around with five, Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
Fuck with my ride-or-die
Holes in your body, nigga, like SpongeBob
And backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
Nigga, I know magic nigga

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo

Outro
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?