Roddy Ricch - Thailand lyrics

[Chorus] Flew my b*tch out from Thailand, she do the most My ni**as hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a ni**a "Your highness," 'cause we fu*k on the low And I get about twelve for a key If a ni**a playin' chess, I'm king My ni**as ridin' with Berettas, fu*k a sting You know I'm poppin' 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] You know Bird loungin' by the pool You know Donbo comin' with the woo I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers Five-thousand, them b*tches brand new I was ridin' on the jet with lil Setty Hе my lil' bro but that ni**a heavy I spent twenty-fivе thou' on her titties They took her ass fat right out her belly I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties Eliantte callin' 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 sittin' at the trap house whippin' sh*t out the crocker like Betty All a ni**a need 'bout ten racks, he'll pop you if you pop a thirty My lil' ni**a do dirty He just need the lil' wordie Give a fu*k 'bout the verdict [Chorus] Flew my b*tch out from Thailand, she do the most My ni**as hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a ni**a "Your highness," 'cause we fu*k on the low And I get about twelve for a key If a ni**a playin' chess, I'm king My ni**as ridin' with Berettas, fu*k a sting You know I'm poppin' 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] Ayy, if I got the time, fu*k her like a menace Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist Writin' 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 gettin' money, hooray, hooray, hooray Havin' dodey on dodey, ain't talkin' no stimulus We went to war for this sh*t When you stackin' up paper on paper on paper You gon' need some more of this sh*t (Huh) Livin' prototype, they gon' copy a ni**a I done spent some M's on my property, ni**a Got rich off "The Box" how I box me a ni**a [Chorus] Flew my b*tch out from Thailand, she do the most My ni**as hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a ni**a "Your highness," 'cause we fu*k on the low And I get about twelve for a key If a ni**a playin' chess, I'm king My ni**as ridin' with Berettas, fu*k a sting You know I'm poppin' every lil' ting Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the b*tch with a lot of money