Roddy Ricch – all good Lyrics

all good Lyrics – Roddy Ricch

Ronny J, please turn me up

Started off last week, it was all good
Watchin’ Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood
Shawty told me to *** her face so it’s all good
*** it ain’t no way I done went Hollywood
My hoes all good, I *** ’em all good
My credit all good, ***, I’m always good
My pockets all good, my mama’s still straight
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake

Got a flock of famous hoes, took ’em to Barbados
Purple drink, sippin’ ***, why you on that K-Roll?
We ain’t at no playground, I’ma show you how I play though
*** say I’m playin’ mind games with her, she call me Play-Doh
I want a motherfuckin’ Janet Jackson
I’m sittin’ in front of the TV, thinkin’ I need a actress
Yo’ wheel cost more than your front door
All I do is point at the ho and she come closer
Body like a two liter, ass fat as hell, ***
Got a smart *** at the ‘partment, about to graduate from Yale
A *** maintenance ***, *** compliment my nails
You know it ain’t no goin’ against the grain, I’ma prevail
This coupe talk to spoiler, lookin’ like a damn tail
Only five hundred whips like this Demon out of hell
We outside, you been inside, ***, we can tell
My crib double gated, save that *** for all my haters

Started off last week, it was all good
Watchin’ Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood
Shawty told me to *** her face so it’s all good
*** it ain’t no way I done went Hollywood
My hoes all good, I *** ’em all good
My credit all good, ***, I’m always good
My pockets all good, my mama’s still straight
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake

My racks all good, my *** all good
My wrists all good, my hood all good
Sittin’ court-side higher than the moon
Rich ***, *** your *** like a goon
Rolls-Royce, Ghosts floatin’, tycoon
Pink diamonds, solitaries, cost me a stack of blues
Posted up with the robber, servin’ dog food
Smoke ’em up, roll the opp up, block him out his shoes
Standin’ in the trenches with my jewelry
I put all my killers on security
My shooters, they evil, sit court-side with a heater
How the *** I’ma ever go Hollywood?
I switched out my *** with a pop star
In a vehicle too fast to stop for a cop car
I got pink diamonds on me, it was dirty Sprite
Bad *** rockin’ Louis, she look off white

Started off last week, it was all good
Watchin’ Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood
Shawty told me to *** her face so it’s all good
*** it ain’t no way I done went Hollywood
My hoes all good, I *** ’em all good
My credit all good, ***, I’m always good
My pockets all good, my mama’s still straight
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake

My hoes all good, I *** ’em all good
My credit all good, ***, I’m always good
My pockets all good, my mama’s still straight
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake
My credit all good, ***, I’m always good