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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chance Youngblood
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Ryan Nolan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seshnolan
Producer
Tarentino
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
Since I was a lil' ****, I just vowed to go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
Now these **** bitin' my wave
I got fatigue on my body, don't ride Maserati
It's 'Rari, I'm goin' outer space
I remember days, goin' on missions
Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes
I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs
A **** 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, eatin' jambalya
Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas
[Verse 1]
Aye, we got it poppin', I'm straight out the city, my ****, 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
Aye, 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 treatin' us like royalty
I done spent five thousand on some Jordans
You lil' **** can't keep up with the score
Cashed out on a Jesus piece 'cause you know what it mean to me
Wanna 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 her
And the love get scarcer when you climbin' the ladder, goin' higher and higher
I thank God every day 'cause He cut all the snakes and gave me my desires
All you old **** hatin', sittin' back, waitin', hopin' I retire
[Chorus]
I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
Since I was a lil' ****, I just vowed to go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
Now these **** bitin' my wave
I got fatigue on my body, don't ride Maserati
It's 'Rari, I'm goin' outer space
I remember days, goin' on missions
Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes
I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs
A **** 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, eatin' 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 gobblin' 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 comin' 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
Hoppin' islands just to change my environment
We plottin' on 'Raris, started in Dodges, aye
I like four hands on me when I get my massages, aye
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' ****, I just vowed to go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
Now these **** bitin' my wave
I got fatigue on my body, don't ride Maserati
It's 'Rari, I'm goin' outer space
I remember days, goin' on missions
Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes
I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs
A **** 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, eatin' jambalya
Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas
Written by: Chance Youngblood, Rodrick Moore, Ryan Nolan