Текст песни Area Codes - Roddy Ricch
I
got
different
hoes,
in
different
area
codes
(Woo,
woo)
I
feel
like
Luda,
hop
out
with
the
shooters
(Woo,
woo)
If
I'm
gon'
cuff
that
bitch,
gotta
make
sure
that
her
head
right
(Woo,
woo)
Got
a
red
beam,
caught
him
sleepin'
at
the
red
light
These
niggas
been
cappin',
I
can't
do
that
shit
no
mo'
(Woo,
woo)
If
a
nigga
wasn't
real,
he
can't
be
around
Ricch
no
more
(No)
Hit
it
one
time,
I
can't
even
fuck
no
more
(Woo,
woo)
Made
a
million,
I
don't
even
count
no
more
(Woo,
woo)
Rare
talk,
yeah,
talk,
I'm
gettin'
to
the
bag,
nigga
Niggas
call
me
Goyard
Roddy
'cause
a
nigga
hoppin'
out
my
bag,
nigga
Never
fell
in
love
with
a
bitch
'cause
Ricch
ain't
goin'
out
sad,
nigga
I
was
just
choppin'
it
up
with
Meek,
now
I
hop
out
the
Wag',
nigga
Whippin'
up
dope,
got
the
re-work,
spilled
it
on
my
t-shirt
That
Justin
Bieber,
she
love
my
trap
demeanor
How
you
niggas
say
you
robbin',
you
ain't
never
make
the
news
(Never
made
the
news)
Countin'
up
10
racks,
then
I
got
some
brand
new
shoes
I
got
a
brown
skin
bad
as
Meagan
Good
Pullin'
up
Panamera
when
I'm
in
my
hood
Niggas
think
I
made
a
million
off
the
drugs
Take
care
of
my
dawgs
on
death
row
like
I'm
Suge
(Yeah,
yeah)
I
got
different
hoes,
in
different
area
codes
(Woo,
woo)
I
feel
like
Luda,
hop
out
with
the
shooters
(Woo,
woo)
If
I'm
gon'
cuff
that
bitch,
gotta
make
sure
that
her
head
right
(Woo,
woo)
Got
a
red
beam,
caught
him
sleepin'
at
the
red
light
These
niggas
been
cappin',
I
can't
do
that
shit
no
mo'
(Woo,
woo)
If
a
nigga
wasn't
real,
he
can't
be
around
Ricch
no
more
(No)
Hit
it
one
time,
I
can't
even
fuck
no
more
(Woo,
woo)
Made
a
million,
I
don't
even
count
no
more
(Woo,
woo)
I
just
fucked
her
then
I
kicked
her,
no
romancin'
She
just
like
me
'cause
my
diamonds
dancin'
like
a
ballerina
If
a
nigga
movin'
by
myself,
then
I
gotta
have
a
Nina
Told
that
bitch
I
only
want
her,
I
ain't
never
ever
need
her
Gotta
get
a
Puma
deal,
waitin'
on
my
call
for
memory
Slangin'
that
white
girl,
Miley
Cyrus,
but
my
plug
Vietnamese
See
all
these
niggas
hate
me
'cause
I
got
these
racks
on
me
And
my
diamonds
water,
bitch,
I
spent
a
dub
for
the
submarine
I
got
a
new
broad
in
every
city
I've
been
steppin'
in
I
hopped
on
the
private
with
Louis
V
luggage
I
got
a
new
bag
and
hopped
in
the
Benz
Got
the
new
Cartier
glasses
I'm
Crippin',
lil'
nigga,
the
navy
blue
tinted
the
lens
I
just
need
Benjamins,
I
don't
need
no
friends
I
got
different
hoes,
in
different
area
codes
(Woo,
woo)
I
feel
like
Luda,
hop
out
with
the
shooters
(Woo,
woo)
If
I'm
gon'
cuff
that
bitch,
gotta
make
sure
that
her
head
right
(Woo,
woo)
Got
a
red
beam,
caught
him
sleepin'
at
the
red
light
These
niggas
been
cappin',
I
can't
do
that
shit
no
mo'
(Woo,
woo)
If
a
nigga
wasn't
real,
he
can't
be
around
Ricch
no
more
(No)
Hit
it
one
time,
I
can't
even
fuck
no
more
(Woo,
woo)
Made
a
million,
I
don't
even
count
no
more
(Woo,
woo)
1 Day One (Outro)
2 Down Below
3 Every Season
4 Down For Real
5 Brand New
6 Area Codes
7 Can't Express
8 Cream
9 Die Young
10 Nascar
11 Faces
12 Feed The Streets 2 (Intro)
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