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Roddy Ricch - Area Codes [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
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Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Spencer
Kevin Spencer
Mixing Engineer
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Producer

Lyrics

Sonic 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 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) 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 ten 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 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) 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 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)
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Eric Sandoval Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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