Thailand Lyrics – Roddy Ricch

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Flew my b!tch out from Thailand, she do the most
My n!ggas hot like some Cayenne, sitting in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private
Just for the show
Shawty gone call a n!gga "Your highness"
'cause we f**k on the low
And I get about twelve for a key
If a n!gga playing chess, I'm king
My n!ggas riding with Berettas, f**k a sting
You know I'm popping every lil' ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the b!tch with a lot of money

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
You know Bird lounging by the pool
You know Donbo coming with the woo
I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers
Five-thousand, them b!tches brand new
I was riding on the jet with lil Setty
Hе my lil' bro but that n!gga heavy
I spent twenty-fivе thou' on her t!tt!es
They took her as* fat right out her belly
I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties
Eliantte calling 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
Dwyane 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 sitting at the trap house
Whipping sh!t out the crocker like Betty
All a n!gga need 'bout ten racks
He'll pop you if you pop a thirty
My lil' n!gga do dirty
He just need the lil' wordie
Give a f**k 'bout the verdict

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Flew my b!tch out from Thailand, she do the most
My n!ggas hot like some Cayenne, sitting in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private
Ust for the show
Shawty gone call a n!gga "Your highness"
'cause we f**k on the low
And I get about twelve for a key
If a n!gga playing chess, I'm king
My n!ggas riding with Berettas, f**k a sting
You know I'm popping every lil' ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the b!tch with a lot of money

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Ayy, if I got the time, f**k her like a menace
Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist
Writing 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 getting money, hooray, hooray, hooray
Having dodey on dodey, ain't talking no stimulus
We went to war for this sh!t
When you stacking up paper on paper on paper
You gone need some more of this sh!t (Huh)
Living prototype, they gone copy a n!gga
I done spent some M's on my property, n!gga
Got rich off "The Box" how I box me a n!gga

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Flew my b!tch out from Thailand, she do the most
My n!ggas hot like some Cayenne, sitting in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private
Just for the show
Shawty gone call a n!gga "Your highness"
'cause we f**k on the low
And I get about twelve for a key
If a n!gga playing chess, I'm king
My n!ggas riding with Berettas, f**k a sting
You know I'm popping every lil' ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the b!tch with a lot of money