Tootsies Lyrics
(Sonic goin' crazy)
[Chorus]
Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
[Verse 1]
Take some time, talk some shit, I ain't never lost a bitch
Seen a opp outside playin' defense and we caught a pick
When I'm sippin' on this Hi-Tech, my throat be raw as shit
Real rich nigga, I can tell you how thеm flawless diamonds hit
Real shooter, aim at your mеdulla, I'm a connoisseur
Got that mula, when I'm in the Chi', gotta call up Booka
If you listen, I can teach shit, you gotta be quick
Lil' nigga think he litty, only got a street hit
I was hittin' Billboard charts before my son could walk and shit
Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil' nigga could talk and shit
I just spent a day at my location with a rich bitch
They said the Yompton niggas couldn't do it and now we killin' shit
Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
[Verse 2]
Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions
You be speculatin' I know you niggas can't stand us
I can patty cake with all these niggas, one handed
Global jet pass, I can never get stranded
Made my nigga buss a shh on a shh-shh
I'm quick to hear a bitch talkin' and tell her, "Shh-shh"
We got assassins makin' deal goin' two for one
She talkin' like she want Molly, I told her, "Do one"
You can catch Ricch out in traffic, in some fast shit
You told me that that bitch exclusive, but I bagged it
Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble, I ain't flashy
Said my lifestyle kind of bougie but it's ratchet
[Chorus]
Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
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I spend a lot of time in Miami, so one of my favourite things to do is, I go to Tootsie’s. After a long day or whatever, I go to Tootsie’s. Yeah, it’s cool in there. I fuck with the owners and George, that’s my nigga. Shoutout to George, he be in there, and he give us the lil' back section and everything and we be just in there vibin'. They treat us well over there, they treat us good in Miami. So that’s where the Tootsie’s vibe came and, shit, just talkin' about my experiences in Miami, and havin' fun. Now, these records, like, I really just wanna have more fun with this shit. I done did a lot, so it’s just more-so talkin' about my experiences and keepin' that shit goin' like that.
—Roddy Ricch, via Power 106
