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Roddy Ricch Lyrics
"Down Below"
Scott Storch
A ♥♥♥♥♥ came from the bottom, down below
'Member them cold nights, I was sleepin' on the floor
Always dreamed about the Forgiatto feet, now they down below
A ♥♥♥♥♥ got so much money on me, I can't count no more
'Member I was in the project walls, couldn't even get a loan
Now these ♥♥♥♥♥♥ got they hands out, if I ain't give it, I'd be wrong
'Member I was in the county jail none of these ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ wasn't pickin' up the phone
Now they beggin' my line, I ain't got time no more
A ♥♥♥♥♥ started from the bottom, now I'm livin'
Early morning, uncle whippin' in the kitchen
Some people said I couldn't do it and then I did it
Look at my bank account, I'm runnin' up the digits
I ain't into all that "Doin'-that-facade" ♥♥♥♥
I walk it, I talk it, I live it
Come to the bird house, look at the garage, ♥♥♥♥♥