Roddy Ricch - Can't Express [Official Music Video]

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Roddy Ricch - Can't Express [Official Music Video]

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Lyrics:

I can't express myself, don't know how to start

That's why I'm double cupped up, I go to Mars

Shawty was with me in the bando from the start

Now we in the Phantom, lookin' at the stars

When all this money came, these hoes played on me

I remained the same nigga, so please don't change on me

A lot of these hoes round a nigga, they be too fake

'Cause a young nigga been hoppin' out that new Wraith

All these problems got me drownin' in my Codeine

Double up, the birds got me trappin' out them four wings

Twenty-four-seven I just want you to be honest with me

You protected cause I keep the 9 under me

All them late night conversations in the loft

Didn't had to tell you, you knew we was gonna ball

But I've been havin' to explain to these hoes, gotta get off me

Vvs diamonds in your ring, no Charles Barkley (ayy)

I just got a number one rule, shawty don't lie to me (don't lie)

If you want a bad bitch in the threesome, we can find her

I'ma keep you flooded and on fleek in that designer

You know we be chasin' that bag, I'm right behind her

I can't express myself, don't know how to start

That's why I'm double cupped up, I go to Mars

Shawty was with me in the bando from the start

Now we in the Phantom, lookin' at the stars

When all this money came, these hoes played on me

I remained the same nigga, so please don't change on me

A lot of these hoes 'round a nigga, they be too fake

'Cause a young nigga been hoppin' out that new Wraith

Now that I got it, I ain't knowin' who to share it with

Give you that 'Rari thing, horses on the carriages

Get you red bottom boxes you don't know what pair this is

Back shots, gotta hit it, high notes, Mariah Carey and shit

I bought a white tee just to match it on your toenails, yeah

I done paid full price on Chanel, this ain't no wholesale, yeah

Me and shawty, street relationship goals yeah

Whatever she needs, a nigga gotta be there for her

She be dippin' that Range nigga, f*ck a Explorer

Gave her ten racks just to blow at Sephora

She want Dolce and Gabbana, she ain't fuckin' with Zara

Thought we would be one night until a nigga got to know her

I can't express myself

Don't know how to start (don't know how to start)

That's why I'm double cupped up, I go to Mars

Shawty was with me in the bando from the start (aw yeah)

Now we in the Phantom, lookin' at the stars

When all this money came, these hoes played on me (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I remained the same nigga

So please don't change on me (change on me)

A lot of these hoes 'round a nigga, they be too fake

'Cause a young nigga been hoppin' out that new Wraith

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I can't express myself

I can't express myself

Yeah, yeah, eah (keep that)