I Got A 50 On Me But I Told Her I Keep It 100 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^a, I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days Now these n^as bitin’ my wave.
I Got A 50 On Me But I Told Her I Keep It 100 Lyrics
I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
Since I was a lil’ n^a, I just vowed to go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
Now these n^as 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^a slide through like I’m obama
Might go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton don
I’ma fk 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^a, 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^as 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 fk with the bih
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^as 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^a, I just vowed to go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
Now these n^as 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^a slide through like I’m obama
Might go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton don
I’ma fk 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 fk 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
I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
Since I was a lil’ n^a, I just vowed to go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
Now these n^as 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^a slide through like I’m obama
Might go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton don
I’ma fk up some commas
I was in the back, eating jambalya
Hop out the pj straight in my pajamas
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