'All Good' Lyrics By Roddy Ricch Ft Future | Official Lyrics

Roddy Ricch And Future Lyrics

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Roddy Ricch & Future - All Good Lyrics

Intro
Ronny J, please turn me up

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
Started off last week, it was all good
Watching Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood
Shawty told me to fuck her face so it's all good
Bitch it ain't no way I done went Hollywood
My hoes all good, I fuck 'em all good
My credit all good, bitch, I'm always good
My pockets all good, my mama's still straight
A bakery chef how I been flipping all this cake

Verse 1: Roddy Ricch
Got a flock of famous hoes, took 'em to Barbados
Purple drink, sipping bitch, why you on that K-Roll?
We ain't at no playground, I'ma show you how I play though
Bitch say I'm playing mind games with her, she call me Plato
I want a motherfucking Janet Jackson
I'm sitting in front of the TV, thinking 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, nigga
Got a smart bitch at the apartment, about to graduatе from Yale
A high maintenance nigga, bitchеs compliment my nails
You know it ain't no going against the grain, I'ma prevail
This coupe talk to spoiler, looking like a damn tail
Only five hundred whips like this Demon out of hell
We outside, you been inside, nigga, we can tell
My crib double-gated, save that shit for all my haters

Chorus: Roddy Ricch
Started off last week, it was all good
Watching Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood
Shawty told me to fuck her face so it's all good
Bitch it ain't no way I done went Hollywood
My hoes all good, I fuck 'em all good
My credit all good, bitch, I'm always good
My pockets all good, my mama's still straight
A bakery chef how I been flipping all this cake

Verse 2: Future
My racks all good, my bitch all good
My wrists all good, my hood all good
Sitting court-side higher than the moon
Rich nigga, fuck your bitch like a goon (Haha)
Rolls-Royce, Ghosts floating, tycoon
Pink diamonds, solitaries, cost me a stack of blues
Posted up with the robber, serving dog food
Smoke 'em up, roll the opp up, block him out his shoes
Standing 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 fuck I'ma ever go Hollywood?
I switched out my stripper 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 bitch rocking Louis, she look off white

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

Outro: Roddy Ricch
My hoes all good, I fuck 'em all good
My credit all good, bitch, I'm always good
My pockets all good, my mama's still straight
A bakery chef how I been flipping all this cake
A bakery chef how I been flipping all this cake
My credit all good, bitch, I'm always good

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