'Moved To Miami' Lyrics By Roddy Ricch | Official Lyrics

Roddy Ricch And Lil Baby Lyrics

Here is the official lyrics to 'Moved To Miami' by Roddy Ricch featuring Lil Baby. 'Moved To Miami' is the second song on 'LIVE FAST LIVE' album dropped by Roddy Ricch, produced by TM88, Lexx Darkstar and Lucas Padulo. For the purpose of Roddy Ricch's fans and our esteemed readers, we've compiled the complete lyrics to 'Moved To Miami', read it below.

PLAY & LISTEN TO: Moved To Miami By Roddy Ricch Ft Lil Baby

Roddy Ricch & Lil Baby - Moved To Miami Lyrics

Intro: Roddy Ricch
Huh

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
Moved to Miami and copped me a boat (8—)
Hope my fiends don't stop doing coke
Bitch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes
New Louis V's every time I tote
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage

Verse 1: Roddy Ricch
I can't fuck on these ratchet-ass bitches, she 'bout to fuck the whole hood
I been stacking these hundreds inside the safe, so all my niggas know I'm good
Rеal street nigga, keep it all in the TEC
Got the shooters on thе side with bazookas in the back
Got a whole Amiri jean collection
And I ain't choosing shit, this shit was destiny
Bitch, I cooked the water without the recipe
And the feds and the cops ain't got no heart
How they gon' take my lil' cousin upstate? He was whipping to give all his children a start
Playing with that water, gotta be a shark
Swimming with the fishes, ducking from the narcs
Thirteen, posted middle of the park
If you see an opp, gotta let it spark

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
Moved to Miami and copped me a boat
Hope my fiends don't stop doing coke
Bitch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes
New Louis V's every time I tote
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage

Verse 2: Lil Baby
Three-five or better whenever I smoke
I see 'em doing it, but I do the most
I'ma do it for the bro 'fore I do it for a ho
All this money that's coming, I'll do it for 'em both
They ain't running with me, nowhere near close
Shit be crazy what they'll do for a post
You'll go viral, but it won't be no joke
I got power and I move like a ghost
In a 'Rari doing one-sixty, controlling it
Big old Baby piece, them folks gotta notice me
I'm an artist, to the street, this shit poetry
Real trapper, never did nothing fraudulent
Send them boxes coast to coast like I'm Roddy Ricch
So just focus on yourself, you can buy the bitch
In Miami for a week, catching vibes and shit
We got baddies on the boat gettin' hot and shit
G6 make that shit come up out of me
Pink slips to the car if I'm drivin' it
No withdrawals, only deposit it
Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets
I'ma show these niggas how they should pop it
Forbes list, I'm tryna get on the top of it
I walk in, they start switching the topic up
I feel any kind of threat and I'm popping up

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
Moved to Miami and copped me a boat
Hope my fiends don't stop doing coke
Bitch, I'm a champ, on top of the ropes
New Louis V's every time I tote
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage

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