Roddy Ricch – Tootsies (Audio, Lyrics)

Roddy Ricch is here again with the song – “Tootsies” – produced by Jasper Harris, Tom Levesque, Alex Goldblatt, Wasa, MoneyEvery & Sonic. Listen, read the lyrics, buy the track off the short project, The Big 3.

Roddy Ricch The Big 3

Roddy Ricch – Tootsies (prod. Jasper Harris, Tom Levesque, Alex Goldblatt, Wasa, MoneyEvery & Sonic)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Sonic goin’ crazy)

[Chorus]
Blew a hunnid last month at Tootsie’s
If you got five hunnids, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL’s, pushin’ P
Stop talkin’ that talk, bitch, suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make ’em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou’, even my lil’ coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don’t give a fuck who bought this bitch

[Verse 1]
Take some time, talk some shit, I ain’t never lost a bitch
Seen a opp outside playin’ defense and we caught a pick
When I’m sippin’ on this Hi-Tech, my thoat be raw as shit
Real rich nigga, I can tell you how them flawless diamonds hit
Real shooter, aim at your medulla, I’m a connoiseeur
Got that mula, when I’m in the Chi’, gotta call up Booka
If you listen, I can teach shit, you gotta be quick
Lil’ nigga think he litty, only got a street hit
I was hittin’ Billboard charts before my son could walk and shit
Throwin’ diamonds on him before my lil’ nigga could talk and shit
I just spent a day at my location with a rich bitch
They said the Yompton niggas couldn’t do it and now we killin’ shit

[Chorus]
Blew a hunnid last month at Tootsie’s
If you got five hunnids, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL’s, pushin’ P
Stop talkin’ that talk, bitch, suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make ’em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou’, even my lil’ coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don’t give a fuck who bought this bitch

[Verse 2]
Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions
You be speculatin’ I know you niggas can’t stand us
I can patty cake with all these niggas, one handed
Global jet pass, I can’t never get stranded
Made my nigga buss a shh on a shh-shh
I’m quick to hear a bitch talkin’ and tell her, “Shh-shh”
We got assassins makin’ deal goin’ two for one
She talkin’ like she want Molly, I told her, “Do one”
You can catch Ricch out in traffic, in some fast shit
You told me that that bitch exclusive, but I bagged it
Said she like me ’cause I keep it humble, I ain’t flashy
Said my lifestyle kind of bougie but it’s ratchet

[Chorus]
Blew a hunnid last month at Tootsie’s
If you got five hunnids, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL’s, pushin’ P
Stop talkin’ that talk, bitch, suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make ’em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou’, even my lil’ coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don’t give a fuck who bought this bitch