Roddy Ricch – Aston Martin Truck

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Multi talented and skilled singer and songwriter, Roddy Ricch has released yet another brand new single which is titled “Aston Martin Truck” and is readily available for free Mp3, zip Download.

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Roddy Ricch – Aston Martin Truck LYRICS

“Aston Martin Truck”

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off, scratchin’
Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (Vroom)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (Clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (Key to my house)
Made five-hundred-thousand every time you see me out (See me out, yeah, yeah)

Out in public, with the grip (Grip)
All the fans wanna take a pic’
Niggas not on my level, why you mad I fucked your bitch? (Yeah)
Had to say it ’cause you talkin’
I ain’t even tryna rub it in (Rub it in)
I’m tryna make another hundred million
Figure out how I’m gon’ bring my brothers in (Yeah)
Made Marni poppin’, we put Marni on our jeans (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas on my dick, niggas watchin’ my show, tryna see my scene (Yeah, yeah)
I been dickin’ your bitch, I been dickin’ your bitch, I’m the heartbreak king (I’m the heartbreak king)
And you went back and bought another diamond ring (Ooh)
I’m about my money, I’m about my cake, I’m about my cream (I’m about my cream)
I keep tellin’ you niggas, I’m in love with lean (In love with lean)
Cross on my wrist, ayy, Elliot got me right, stop
I hate my Cullinan, can’t fit in a tight spot

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (Vroom)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (Clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (Key to my house)
Made five-hundred-thousand every time you see me out (See me out, yeah, yeah)
Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (Vroom)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (Clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (Key to my house)
Made five-hundred-thousand every time you see me out (See me out, yeah, yeah)

I pop my shit, she topless, these niggas ain’t stoppin’ shit (Woo, woo)
I keep a chopstick, don’t see no competition (Yeah)
I ride in G4, she off a G6 (Woo, woo-woo)
Stick to the street code, can’t never tell shit (No, no)
I had a ten seats (Yeah), ridin’ in a Bentley coupe, okay
She was in the Bel-Air crib, okay
Hit it in the bed again, okay
She was like, “Sing for me,” okay
She seen a hit low key, okay
You wanna vent O.T., okay
You wanna be a real rich bitch, okay
She say she wan’ live in L.A. (L.A.)
So I had to show her the city (The city)
She know I’m for really, she know I ain’t kiddy, she know I be hangin’ with killers (Uh-huh)
Had her hangin’ with me
Throwin’ up Cs, lookin’ like one of the members (Woo, woo)
I never did pay for the pussy
‘Cause that was not on my agenda (No, no)

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (Vroom)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (Clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (Key to my house)
Made five-hundred-thousand every time you see me out (See me out, yeah, yeah)
Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (Vroom)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (Clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (Key to my house)
Made five-hundred-thousand every time you see me out (See me out, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, he put dick in your bitch
How ’bout that?
That’s why you’re so mad
(Yeah, yeah)
Did you pour champagne on her?
Did you give her a little bit or a lot of bit?
(Yeah, yeah)
I like that song but I ain’t know why I liked it
I really like it now
(Yeah, yeah)
You, bitch, you

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