Roddy Ricch - No Rest Lyrics

Lyrics No Rest - Roddy Ricch



I'll never get no rest (no rest)
Workin', I ain't even got a desk (uh-huh)
Poppin' bad hoes out of catch
Poppin' bad hoes out of catch
Playin' out field like the Mets (play ball)
Don't tolerate no disrespect (no way)
Gotta top good drink with X (X)
Nigga, I'll never get no rest, ayy
Watchin' my toddler while they watchin' TV
All money in, money counter for a hundred
When I'm outside
You can't even see me
All the things you did
Lil' nigga, I done done it
All we knows is fuck the hoes
And get the money (get the money)
She want me fuckin' four times
Pop a hundred (pop a hundred)
Work her out, make a bitch do lunges (work her out)
I've been drownin' in this water like plungers
We at the top of the T-O-P
Money could climb up to G-O-D
You can never reach my P-O-V
Nigga can't question me, I'm P-V-C-C (woo)
Can't condone sucka shit, niggas know that I'm overly lit
Why the fuck would I commit to a bitch?
New stones on my wrist, told her
"Give the pinky ring another kiss"
Lookin' like cold stones in this bitch (yeah, yeah)
I'll never get no rest (no rest)
Workin' I ain't even got a desk (uh-huh)
Poppin' bad hoes out of catch
Poppin' bad hoes out of catch
Playin' out field like the Mets (play ball)
Don't tolerate no disrespect (no way)
Gotta top good drink with X (X)
Nigga, I'll never get no rest
Woo, woo, I'll never get no rest
Woo, woo, I'll never get no rest
Woo, woo, I'll never get no rest
Woo, woo, I'll never get no rest
I'm cold like ice and I never think about the price
The inside the house look nice
Only like red and I don't like tresh
I was in the H, ridin' with the prince
Ran the money up, I been rich ever since
Bust through the gate, I ain't stranded on the fence
Open up the door, get top off rip
Stayin' out the way, I don't like get in the mix
Suited and booted like I got a tux
Had the birthday with Drake in the cut
I'm lovin' the way that you fuckin' me baby
I bought Chane'-ne' for the lust
The Miami high rise is luxury
Two-fifty on the furniture luxury
Got my dawgs on my back, got the city on my back
You know they put their trust in me
I'll never get no rest (no rest)
Workin' I ain't even got a desk (uh-huh)
Poppin' bad hoes out of catch
Poppin' bad hoes out of catch
Playin' out field like the Mets (play ball)
Don't tolerate no disrespect (no way)
Gotta top good drink with X (X)
Nigga, I'll never get no rest
Woo, woo, I'll never get no rest
Woo, woo, I'll never get no rest
Woo, woo, I'll never get no rest
Woo, woo, I'll never get no rest



Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Rodrick Moore


Roddy Ricch - Feed Tha Streets III
Album Feed Tha Streets III
date of release
18-11-2022




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