I got a 50 on me, but I told her I keep it a hunnid Since I was a lil' nigga, I just bout to go give me some money Since I made up 25 million on one of them days Now these niggas biding my way I got fatigue on my body, on Rhyme, Maserati It's Rhyme, I'm going out space I'm in my days, going on misses Hopping in fences, running from J's I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs And niggas slide it through like I'm Obama Born to save the rhyme story, Louis Vuitton, Don I'm a ***er, so come on I was in the back eating jambalaya Hop out the P.J., straight in my pajamas Ayy, we got it poppin', 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 them blues Put your pots, make for half the year I spend that *** on my shoes Ayy, I go from country to country and city to city I know how it's done, they can't ignore me We got the locals treating us like royalty Got us from 5,000 long for Geordie You little niggas can't keep up with the score Cashed out on a Jesus piece Cause you know what it mean to me Want to pull up at Sonny's service in Bugattis I call up Yeezy, I got new holy water I can't *** with the bitch I cut on her, that ***, she want me to buy her And the love gets scarcer When you climbing a ladder, going higher and higher I thank God every day Cause he cleared 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 hundred Since I was a little nigga I just bout to go give me some money Since I made up 25 million on one of them days Now these niggas biting my way I got fatigue on my body, I don't ride Maserati It's right here, I'm going out of space I'm in my days, going on missions Hopping in fences, running from J's I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs And niggas sliding through like I'm Obama Going to St. Laurent store at Louis Vuitton Don, I'ma *** up some chrome I was in the back eating jambalaya Hop out the P.J., straight in my pajamas Gotta get a haircut for the P.J. I can show you how to ***, we do the *** You know it's all in the game like it's EA Have a goblin dick before the plane land Put a mouth on my Ohio mold 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 *** me inside of your diamonds Yeah, yeah Put my Amarok cuts on, then I got behind it Yeah, yeah Hop in islands just to change my environment We plottin' on Rari's, started in Dodgers Ayy, I like four hands on me when I get my massages Ayy, I call her lil' Nicki, cause she give me menages I got a 50 on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred Since I was a lil' nigga, I just bout to go give me some money Since I made up 25 million on one of them days Now these niggas biting my way I got fatigue on my body, I don't ride my Zarate It's Rari, I'm going out space I made my days, going on missions Hopping in fences, running from J I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs And niggas slide through like I'm Obama Going to St. Laurent store at Louis Vuitton Don, I'ma *** up a pump I was in the back eating jambalaya Hop out the P.J., straight in my pajamas