Roddy Ricch - 25 million lyrics

[Chorus] I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred Since I was a lil' ni**a, I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days Now these ni**as bitin' my wave I got fatigue on my body, don't ride Maserati It's 'Rari, I'm going outer space I remember days, weren't no misses Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs A ni**a slide through like I'm Obama Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don I'ma fu*k up some commas I was in the back, eating jambalya Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas [Verse 1] Ayy, we got it popping, I'm straight out the city, my ni**a, but they never knew When I was on the county line, I ain't suit up yellow, I was in the blues What your pops make for half the year, I spend that sh*t on my shoes Ayy, I go from country to country and city to city, I know how to move I'm outside, they can't ignore me We got the locals treating us like royalty I done spent five thousand on some Jordans You lil' ni**as can't keep up with the score Cashed out on a Jesus piece 'cause you know what it mean to me Went to pull up at Sunday service in Bugattis I call up Yeezy, I got new holy water I can't fu*k with the b*tch I caught on to that sh*t, she want me to buy it And the love get scarcer when you climbing the ladder, going higher and higher I thank God every day 'cause He cut all the snakes and gave me my desires All you old ni**as hating, sitting back, waiting, hoping I retire [Chorus] I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred Since I was a lil' ni**a, I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days Now these ni**as bitin' my wave I got fatigue on my body, don't ride Maserati It's 'Rari, I'm going outer space I remember days, weren't no misses Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs A ni**a slide through like I'm Obama Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don I'ma fu*k up some commas I was in the back, eating jambalya Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas [Verse 2] Gotta get a haircut for the PJ I could show you how the fu*k we do this sh*t You know it's all in the game like it's EA Have her gobbling dick before the plane land Put her mouth on mile high mode Couldn't let the flight attendants through the doors Had to get a towel out the bathroom 'cause I seen the snot coming out her nose, yeah, yeah We went to Hawaii to change the climate, yeah yeah She had a lil' buddy to wind it, wind it, yeah yeah She said, "Roddy, come fu*k me inside of your diamonds," yeah, yeah Put my emerald cuts on, then I got behind it, yeah, yeah Hopping islands just to change my environment We plotting on 'Raris, started in Dodges, ayy I like four hands on me when I get my massages, ayy I call her lil' Nicki 'cause she give me ménages [Chorus] I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred Since I was a lil' ni**a, I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days Now these ni**as bitin' my wave I got fatigue on my body, don't ride Maserati It's 'Rari, I'm going outer space I remember days, weren't no misses Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs A ni**a slide through like I'm Obama Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don I'ma fu*k up some commas I was in the back, eating jambalya Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas