Roddy Ricch – Thailand Lyrics

Thailand Lyrics By Roddy Ricch

Flew my b*tch out from Thailand, she do the most
My n***** hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a n**** “Your highness”, ’cause we f*ck on the low
And I get about twelve for a key

If a n**** playin’ chess, I’m king
My n***** ridin’ with Berettas, f*ck a sting
You know I’m poppin’ every lil’ ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the b*tch with a lot of money

You know Bird loungin’ by the pool
You know Donbo comin’ with the woo
I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers
Five-thousand, them b*tches brand new
I was ridin’ on the jet with lil Setty
He my lil’ bro but that n**** heavy
I spent twenty-five thou’ on her titties
They took her a** fat right out her belly

I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties
Eliantte callin’ every time I’m ready
Off a couple bars, I don’t need a medic
If I did it, then I meant it and I said it
Dwayne Wade how I kept the heat
Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat
I got a burden like a man in a meet

Feel like I buy another safe every week
Fivio said she a wetty
I was sittin’ at the trap house whippin’ sh*t out the crocker like Betty
All a n**** need ’bout ten racks, he’ll pop you if you pop a thirty
My lil’ n**** do dirty
He just need the lil’ wordie
Give a f*ck ’bout the verdict

Flew my b*tch out from Thailand, she do the most
My n***** hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a n**** “Your highness”, ’cause we f*ck on the low
And I get about twelve for a key

If a n**** playin’ chess, I’m king
My n***** ridin’ with Berettas, f*ck a sting
You know I’m poppin’ every lil’ ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the b*tch with a lot of money

Ayy, if I got the time, f*ck her like a menace
Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist
Writin’ checks, had to work on my penmanship
What you got, I spent more on the fit, I spent more on my b*tch
Twenty b*tches on top of the Ritz
Got the store, you should cop you some kicks
We gettin’ money, hooray, hooray, hooray

Havin’ dodey on dodey, ain’t talkin’ no stimulus
We went to war for this sh*t
When you stackin’ up paper on paper on paper
You gon’ need some more of this sh*t (Huh)
Livin’ prototype, they gon’ copy a n****
I done spent some M’s on my property, n****
Got rich off “The Box” how I box me a n****

Flew my b*tch out from Thailand, she do the most
My n***** hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a n**** “Your highness”, ’cause we f*ck on the low

And I get about twelve for a key
If a n**** playin’ chess, I’m king
My n***** ridin’ with Berettas, f*ck a sting
You know I’m poppin’ every lil’ ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the b*tch with a lot of money