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Area Codes

Roddy Ricch

Lyrics of Area Codes by Roddy Ricch

Intro

Sonic

Chorus

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

Chorus

These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no more (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)

Verse

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

Verse

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 ten racks, then I got some brand new shoes

Verse

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)

Chorus

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

Chorus

These niggas been cappin′, I can't do that shit no more (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)

Verse

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

Verse

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

Verse

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

These niggas been cappin', I can′t do that shit no more (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)