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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chance Youngblood
Chance Youngblood
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Ryan Nolan
Ryan Nolan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seshnolan
Seshnolan
Producer
Tarentino
Tarentino
Producer

Lyrics

I got a .50 on me, but I told her I keep it a hunnid Since I was a lil' nigga I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up 25 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 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 I got a .50 on me, but I told her I keep it a hunnid Since I was a lil' nigga I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up 25 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 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 I got a .50 on me, but I told her I keep it a hunnid Since I was a lil' nigga I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up 25 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
Writer(s): Tarentino, Rodrick Moore, Ryan Nolan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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