Tekst piosenki ' Area Codes ' wykonawcy Roddy Ricch

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 mo' (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 10 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 mo' (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 mo' (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)