Position - Roddy Ricch

This boy got a hit

She said she wanna ride in a coupe

So I might pour a five or a deuce, ayy

Might pour five or a deuce, yeah

She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ayy (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

Listen, baby, I play my position baby

Richin', baby, you know how I’m livin', baby

Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone (Brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt)

Black Benz, I forgot to turn the lights on (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

Me and my niggas' rollin' in the X6 (We be rollin')

On some playin' shit, but yeah, I keep that TEC, bitch (Keep that TEC, don’t I?)

I want a hundred bands on a necklace

So I get a hundred bands on my necklace

Twenty K on Instagram so, bitch, you think you poppin'?

Chase a bag, won’t chase a bitch, 'cause broke shit ain’t a option

I was kickin' in doors, I was really flockin'

Know some niggas down bad, know some niggas locked in

That’s why I keep that double cup poured up

That Rollie on my wrist, you know it’s froze up

She want a rich nigga, so she chose us

CLA 2−50 how I roll up (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)