25 million

[Chorus]

I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred

Since I was a lil' nigga, I just vowed to go get me some money

Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days

Now these niggas 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 nigga slide through like I'm Obama

Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don

I'ma fuck 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 nigga, 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 shit 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' niggas 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 fuck with the bitch

I caught on to that shit, 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 niggas 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' nigga, I just vowed to go get me some money

Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days

Now these niggas 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 nigga slide through like I'm Obama

Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don

I'ma fuck 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 fuck we do this shit

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 fuck 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' nigga, I just vowed to go get me some money

Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days

Now these niggas 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 nigga slide through like I'm Obama

Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don

I'ma fuck up some commas

I was in the back, eating jambalya

Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas