Roddy Ricch – All Good Lyrics ft. Future

All Good Lyrics By Roddy Ricch ft. Future

Ronny J, please turn me up
Started off last week, it was all good
Watchin’ Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood
Shawty told me to f*ck her face so it’s all good
b*tch it ain’t no way I done went Hollywood

My H*es all good, I f*ck ’em all good
My credit all good, b*tch, I’m always good
My pockets all good, my mama’s still straight
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake

Got a flock of famous H*es, took ’em to Barbados
Purple drink, sippin’ b*tch, why you on that K-Roll?
We ain’t at no playground, I’ma show you how I play though
b*tch say I’m playin’ mind games with her, she call me Plato
I want a motherf*ckin’ Janet Jackson

I’m sittin’ in front of the TV, thinkin’ 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, a** fat as hell, n****
Got a smart b*tch at the ‘partment, about to graduate from Yale

A high maintenance n****, b*tches compliment my nails
You know it ain’t no goin’ against the grain, I’ma prevail
This coupe talk to spoiler, lookin’ like a damn tail
Only five hundred whips like this Demon out of hell
We outside, you been inside, n****, we can tell
My crib double gated, save that sh*t for all my haters

Started off last week, it was all good
Watchin’ Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood
Shawty told me to f*ck her face so it’s all good
b*tch it ain’t no way I done went Hollywood
My H*es all good, I f*ck ’em all good
My credit all good, b*tch, I’m always good
My pockets all good, my mama’s still straight
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake

My racks all good, my b*tch all good
My wrists all good, my hood all good
Sittin’ court-side higher than the moon
Rich n****, f*ck your b*tch like a goon (Haha)
Rolls-Royce, Ghosts floatin’, tycoon

Pink diamonds, solitaries, cost me a stack of blues
Posted up with the robber, servin’ dog food
Smoke ’em up, roll the opp up, block him out his sH*es
Standin’ 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 f*ck 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 b*tch rockin’ Louis, she look off white

Started off last week, it was all good
Watchin’ Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood
Shawty told me to f*ck her face so it’s all good
b*tch it ain’t no way I done went Hollywood
My H*es all good, I f*ck ’em all good
My credit all good, b*tch, I’m always good
My pockets all good, my mama’s still straight
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake

My H*es all good, I f*ck ’em all good
My credit all good, b*tch, I’m always good
My pockets all good, my mama’s still straight
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake
A bakery chef how I been flippin’ all this cake
My credit all good, b*tch, I’m always good