Roddy Ricch – 25 Million Lyrics

25 Million Lyrics By Roddy Ricch

I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
Since I was a lil’ n****, I just vowed to go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
Now these n***** 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 n**** 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

Ayy, we got it popping, I’m straight out the city, my n****, 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 sH*es
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***** 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***** hating, sitting back, waiting, hoping I retire

I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
Since I was a lil’ n****, I just vowed to go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
Now these n***** 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 n**** 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

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 ma**ages, ayy
I call her lil’ Nicki ’cause she give me ménages

I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
Since I was a lil’ n****, I just vowed to go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
Now these n***** 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 n**** 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