Area codes chords and lyrics - RODDY RICCH

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[Intro 1]
[Am][F][Am][Dm]
[Am][F][Am]
[Dm](Sonic) I got

[Verse 1]
[Am]
different hoes,
in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda,
hop out [Dm]with a shooter (woo, woo)
If I'm gon' [Am]cuff that bitch,
gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam,
caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin',
I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real,
he can't be around Ricch no [Dm]more [Am](no)[Dm]
Hit it one [Am]time, I can't even fuck no
more (woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no
[Dm]more [Am](woo, woo)

[Verse 2]
Rare talk, yeah, [Am]talk,
I'm gettin' to the bag, nigga
Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a nigga
hoppin' out my [Dm]bag, [Am]nigga
Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause
Ricch ain't goin' out sad, nigga
I was just choppin' it up with Meek,
now I [Dm]hop out the Wag', nigga
[Am]Whippin' up dope, got the re- work,
spilled it on my t- shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love
my [Dm]trap de[Am]meanor
How you niggas say you robbin',
you ain't never make the news (never made the news)
Counted up ten racks,
then I got some brand new [Dm]shoes
I got a [Am]brown skin bad as
[F]Meagan Good
Pullin' [E]up Panamera when
I'm in [Dm]my hood
Niggas [Am]think I made a million off [F]the jugg
Take care of my dawgs on [E]death row
[Am]like I'm Suge (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
I got [Am]different hoes,
in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda,
hop out [Dm]with a shooter (woo, woo)
If I'm gon' [Am]cuff that bitch,
gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam,
caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin',
I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real,
he can't be around Ricch no [Dm]more [Am](no)[Dm]
Hit it one [Am]time, I can't even fuck no
more (woo, woo)
Made a million,
I don't even count no [Dm]more (woo,[Am]woo)

[Verse 4]
I just fucked her then I kicked her,
no romancin'
She just like me 'cause my diamonds
dancin' like a [Dm]ballerina
If a nigga [Am]movin' by myself,
then I gotta have a Nina
Told that bitch I only want her, I
ain't never ever need her
Gotta get a Puma deal,
waitin' on my call for memory
Slangin' that white girl, Miley Cyrus,
but my [Dm]plug [Am]Vietnamese
See all these niggas hate me 'cause
I got these racks on me
And my diamonds water, bitch,
I spent a dub for the [Dm]submarine
[Am]I got a new broad in every city
I've been steppin' [F]in
I hopped on the private with Louis V luggage
I [E]got a new bag and [Am]hopped in the [Dm]Benz
Got the new Cartier glasses
[Am]I'm Crippin', lil' nigga,
the navy blue tinted the [F]lens
I just need Benjamins,
[E]I don't need no [Am]friends

[Verse 5]
I got different hoes,
in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda,
hop out [Dm]with a shooter (woo, woo)
If I'm gon' [Am]cuff that bitch,
gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam,
caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin',
I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real,
he can't be around Ricch no [Dm]more [Am](no)[Dm]
Hit it one [Am]time, I can't even fuck
no more (woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (woo, woo)
[Dm]

[Outro 1]
[C][Am][F][Am]
[Dm][Am][F]
[Dm]