Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Riverdale Rd, artist - 2 Chainz. Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Riverdale Rd |
| Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn’t there |
| I was the same ol' nigga |
| Yeah that trap had raised a nigga |
| How could you blame a nigga? |
| Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas |
| Came on the set with hundreds to bet |
| But I still changed you niggas, yeah |
| My first foreign car, it was a Bimmer |
| My second foreign car, it was a Bimmer |
| My third foreign car, it was a Porsche |
| My fourth foreign car you can’t afford |
| My pocket pregnant, don’t want no abortion |
| My draws got them horses, my car got them horses |
| Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces |
| We had no choices |
| Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn’t there |
| I was the same ol' nigga |
| Yeah that trap had raised a nigga |
| How could you blame a nigga? |
| Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas |
| Came on the set with hundreds to bet |
| But I still changed you niggas, yeah |
| You wasn’t there when mama was struggling |
| You wasn’t there when mama was fussing |
| Told 'em ketchup, you too far in the mustard |
| I had a Chevelle and wanted a Cutlass |
| I went to work and I made an abundance |
| Gucci flip flops with the corns and bunions |
| Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion |
| And she got an onion and I wanna rub it |
| We hanging off the Nat, see that’s where my office at |
| We dressed all in black |
| We got 'em calling back, just went to the mall and back |
| When you was the quarterback, I had the quarter sacks |
| Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale |
| Riverdale Rd., nigga |
| He was there, he was there, you weren’t there |
| He was there, she was there |
| Riverdale Rd., nigga |
| Abracadabra, I turned myself into a millionaire |
| I wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there |
| Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn’t there |
| I was the same ol' nigga |
| Yeah that trap had raised a nigga |
| How could you blame a nigga? |
| Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas |
| Came on the set with hundreds to bet |
| But I still changed you niggas, yeah |
| I know something you don’t know |
| I’m gonna get some bands, yeah |
| I know something you don’t know, yeah |
| I’m gonna get some bands |
| Okay, from grams to Grammys |
| Okay, from fans to family |
| I went from trips we tryna plan |
| To cribs in South Miami |
| They got my vision fancy |
| My trigger finger antsy |
| I told the bitch she got to sit down |
| Just to understand me |
| They asking, «What's the plan, B?» |
| I don’t have a Plan B |
| I told 'em this shit got to work |
| It’s just like candy to me |
| I mean it’s hard but it’s sweet |
| I’m Drench God in the streets |
| I break the law in the sheets |
| I make her cum on repeat |
| I know something you don’t know |
| I’m gonna get some bands, oh yeah |
| I know something you don’t know, yeah |
| I’m gonna get some bands |
| Riverdale, Riverdale! |