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25 million - roddy ricch lyrics

[chorus]
i got a fifty on me, but i told her i keep it a hundred
since i was a lil’ n*gga, i just vowed to go get me some money
since i made up twenty*five million on one of them days
now these n*ggas bitin’ my wave
i got fatigue on my body, don’t ride maserati
it’s ‘rari, i’m going outer sp*ce
i remember days, weren’t no misses
hoppin’ them fences, runnin’ from jakes
i got bulletproofs on all the cadillacs
a n*gga slide through like i’m obama
might go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton don
i’ma f*ck 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 n*gga, 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’ n*ggas 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 f*ck 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 n*ggas 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’ n*gga, i just vowed to go get me some money
since i made up twenty*five million on one of them days
now these n*ggas bitin’ my wave
i got fatigue on my body, don’t ride maserati
it’s ‘rari, i’m going outer sp*ce
i remember days, weren’t no misses
hoppin’ them fences, runnin’ from jakes
i got bulletproofs on all the cadillacs
a n*gga slide through like i’m obama
might go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton don
i’ma f*ck 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 f*ck we do this sh*t
you know it’s all in the game like it’s ea
have her gobbling d*ck 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 f*ck 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’ n*gga, i just vowed to go get me some money
since i made up twenty*five million on one of them days
now these n*ggas bitin’ my wave
i got fatigue on my body, don’t ride maserati
it’s ‘rari, i’m going outer sp*ce
i remember days, weren’t no misses
hoppin’ them fences, runnin’ from jakes
i got bulletproofs on all the cadillacs
a n*gga slide through like i’m obama
might go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton don
i’ma f*ck up some commas
i was in the back, eating jambalya
hop out the pj straight in my pajamas

- roddy ricch lyrics

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