25 Million Lyrics – Roddy Ricch

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
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 25 million on one of them days
Now these n!ggas biting 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
Hopping them fences, running 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**k up some commas
I was in the back, eating jambalya
Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
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**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 n!ggas hating, sitting back
Waiting, hoping I retire

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
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 25 million on one of them days
Now these n!ggas biting 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
Hopping them fences, running 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**k up some commas
I was in the back, eating jambalya
Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Gotta get a haircut for the PJ
I could show you how the f**k 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**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: Roddy Ricch]
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 25 million on one of them days
Now these n!ggas biting 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
Hopping them fences, running 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**k up some commas
I was in the back, eating jambalya
Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas