25 million (Clean)
Roddy Ricch"25 million (Clean)" is a song by Roddy Ricch, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:06 long and contains 73 lines and 693 words.
Lyrics
0:13I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
0:17Since I was a lil' nigga, I just vowed to go get me some money
0:21Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
0:23Now these niggas bitin' my wave
0:24I got fatigue on my body, don't ride Maserati
0:26It's 'Rari, I'm going outer space
0:28I remember days, weren't no misses
0:30Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes
0:31I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs
0:33A nigga slide through like I'm Obama
0:35Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don
0:37I'ma fuck up some commas
0:39I was in the back, eating jambalya
0:40Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas
0:42Ayy, we got it popping, I'm straight out the city, my nigga, but they never knew
0:47When I was on the county line, I ain't suit up yellow, I was in the blues
0:51What your pops make for half the year, I spend that shit on my shoes
0:54Ayy, I go from country to country and city to city, I know how to move
0:58I'm outside, they can't ignore me
0:59We got the locals treating us like royalty
1:01I done spent five thousand on some Jordans
1:02You lil' niggas can't keep up with the score
1:04Cashed out on a Jesus piece 'cause you know what it mean to me
1:07Went to pull up at Sunday service in Bugattis
1:10I call up Yeezy, I got new holy water
1:11I can't fuck with the bitch
1:13I caught on to that shit, she want me to buy it
1:16And the love get scarcer when you climbing the ladder, going higher and higher
1:19I thank God every day 'cause He cut all the snakes and gave me my desires
1:22All you old niggas hating, sitting back, waiting, hoping I retire
1:26I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
1:30Since I was a lil' nigga, I just vowed to go get me some money
1:33Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
1:35Now these niggas bitin' my wave
1:37I got fatigue on my body, don't ride Maserati
1:39It's 'Rari, I'm going outer space
1:41I remember days, weren't no misses
1:42Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes
1:44I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs
1:46A nigga slide through like I'm Obama
1:48Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don
1:50I'ma fuck up some commas
1:52I was in the back, eating jambalya
1:53Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas
1:55Gotta get a haircut for the PJ
1:56I could show you how the fuck we do this shit
1:58You know it's all in the game like it's EA
2:00Have her gobbling dick before the plane land
2:02Put her mouth on mile high mode
2:04Couldn't let the flight attendants through the doors
2:06Had to get a towel out the bathroom 'cause I seen the snot coming out her nose, yeah, yeah
2:11We went to Hawaii to change the climate, yeah yeah
2:14She had a lil' buddy to wind it, wind it, yeah yeah
2:18She said, "Roddy, come fuck me inside of your diamonds," yeah, yeah
2:21Put my emerald cuts on, then I got behind it, yeah, yeah
2:25Hopping islands just to change my environment
2:28We plotting on 'Raris, started in Dodges, ayy
2:32I like four hands on me when I get my massages, ayy
2:36I call her lil' Nicki 'cause she give me ménages
2:39I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
2:42Since I was a lil' nigga, I just vowed to go get me some money
2:46Since I made up twenty-five million on one of them days
2:48Now these niggas bitin' my wave
2:50I got fatigue on my body, don't ride Maserati
2:52It's 'Rari, I'm going outer space
2:53I remember days, weren't no misses
2:55Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes
2:57I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs
2:59A nigga slide through like I'm Obama
3:00Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don
3:03I'ma fuck up some commas
3:04I was in the back, eating jambalya
3:06Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas
I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred Since I was a lil' nigga, I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up twenty-five 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 fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred Since I was a lil' nigga, I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up twenty-five 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 fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundred Since I was a lil' nigga, I just vowed to go get me some money Since I made up twenty-five 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
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