| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| She asked me Riddy do you love me? |
| I said |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| She asked me Riddy do you love me? |
| I said |
| No |
| No |
| No |
| No way hoe |
| I can’t ever love no thot I want too many hoes |
| Put it on my mama and my set I’m finna count these O’s (uh) |
| And I think my pistol might be gay 'cause I know that bitch gon' blow |
| Woah |
| Woah |
| Where’d yo brains go |
| Tryna get that picture with me better catch my angles |
| Catch my angles |
| Bitch these diamonds dancin' on me like they tango |
| Ain’t a single place out here that Riddy can’t go |
| Fuckin' on that hoe and you know that shorty thankful |
| Yeah |
| I got hoes |
| Switch 'em out like switchin' clothes |
| You should know I don’t really care 'bout X and O’s |
| In the home baby let me come and go |
| Play these hoes, treat her like a pick and roll |
| Yeah |
| Baby bussin' |
| Hit that bitch like it ain’t nothin' |
| Ten on me I pass a bitch right to my cousin |
| Smoke 'em like a roach if these boys is buggin' |
| (Huh, yeah) |
| I’m ballin' on these hoes like I’m Andre Drummond |
| (Wooo) |
| Wait |
| Where’d I go? |
| Countin' cash! |
| Gettin' rich! |
| You gettin' sad! |
| I got a blonde bitch! |
| She call me dad! |
| Wait that was yo bitch? |
| That’s not my bad! |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| She asked me Riddy do you love me? |
| I said |
| No |
| No |
| No |
| No way hoe |
| I can’t ever love no thot I want too many hoes |
| Put it on my mama and my set I’m finna count these O’s (uh) |
| And I think my pistol might be gay 'cause I know that bitch gon' blow |
| Woah |
| Woah |
| Where’d yo brains go |
| Tryna get that picture with me better catch my angles |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| She asked me Riddy do you love me? |
| I said |
| No! |