Roddy Ricch | Get Swept Lyrics

Roddy Ricch | Get Swept Lyrics

Had twenty cash at the spot

Had to stash twenty cash at the spot

Started little but I made it to a lot

Had to stash twenty cash at the spot

We done started from a little made a lot

I pull a whip, bust the whole parking lot

Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale

The Rolex factory, I bought it retail

They tell me all the time I got to give these niggas hell

The projects treat me like a God in the flesh

They just tryna survive

They ain’t tryna get swept

I told her that it’s promises that shorty could’ve kept

I can charge it to the game

I can slide you to the left

Got adjusted to the fame and it ain’t no looking back

But they always knew me, this a Roddy routine

Had to jump off the porch

Now I put the Porsche in sport

Pull up to the crib, gate tall like a fortress

She a work of art, body look like a portrait

I never force it, I just endorse it

Keep a lot of motion, my water OD

Slide up in Atlanta, riding down Peachtree

Pull up all the vibes, make a lounge out the suite

Had to stash twenty cash at the spot

We done started from a little made a lot

I pull a whip, bust the whole parking lot

Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale

The Rolex factory, I bought it retail

They tell me all the time I got to give these niggas hell

The projects treat me like a God in the flesh

They just tryna survive

They ain’t tryna get swept

I tried to tell these niggas the benefits of going legit

These championship rings on the top of my fist

What you know about taking all yo niggas to the top of the list

And then they ride ya coattail but if you drop you ain’t shit

Whoa, whoa

And I got a soul that bleeds all these melodies, yeah, yeah

My mama said she see the demons on me

So I got to stay out of her way

When it’s stains on your name you can’t wash it out

Been at the trap house all day like a waffle house

‘Cause I been having a lot of pain I had to walk it out

I don’t want that shit to be the only thing I talk about

Had to stash twenty cash at the spot

We done started from a little made a lot

I pull a whip, bust the whole parking lot

Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale

The Rolex factory, I bought it retail

They tell me all the time I got to give these niggas hell

The projects treat me like a God in the flesh

They just tryna survive

They ain’t tryna get swept

They ain’t tryna get swept

They ain’t tryna get swept

They ain’t tryna get swept, ay


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