I Got A 50 On Me But I Told Her I Keep It 100 Lyrics


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 hundredSince I was a lil’ n^a, I just vowed to go get me some moneySince I made up twenty-five million on one of them daysNow these n^as bitin’ my waveI got fatigue on my body, don’t ride maseratiIt’s ‘rari, I’m going outer spaceI remember days, weren’t no missesHoppin’ them fences, runnin’ from jakesI got bulletproofs on all the cadillacsA n^a slide through like I’m obamaMight go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton donI’ma fk up some commasI was in the back, eating jambalyaHop out the pj straight in my pajamas

Ayy, we got it popping, I’m straight out the city, my n^a, but they never knewWhen I was on the county line, I ain’t suit up yellow, I was in the bluesWhat your pops make for half the year, I spend that sh^t on my shoesAyy, I go from country to country and city to city, I know how to moveI’m outside, they can’t ignore meWe got the locals treating us like royaltyI done spent five thousand on some jordansYou lil’ n^as can’t keep up with the scoreCashed out on a jesus piece ’cause you know what it mean to meWent to pull up at sunday service in bugattisI call up yeezy, I got new holy waterI can’t fk with the bihI caught on to that sh^t, she want me to buy itAnd the love get scarcer when you climbing the ladder, going higher and higherI thank god every day ’cause he cut all the snakes and gave me my desiresAll 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 hundredSince I was a lil’ n^a, I just vowed to go get me some moneySince I made up twenty-five million on one of them daysNow these n^as bitin’ my waveI got fatigue on my body, don’t ride maseratiIt’s ‘rari, I’m going outer spaceI remember days, weren’t no missesHoppin’ them fences, runnin’ from jakesI got bulletproofs on all the cadillacsA n^a slide through like I’m obamaMight go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton donI’ma fk up some commasI was in the back, eating jambalyaHop out the pj straight in my pajamas

Gotta get a haircut for the pjI could show you how the fk we do this sh^tYou know it’s all in the game like it’s eaHave her gobbling d^ck before the plane landPut her mouth on mile high modeCouldn’t let the flight attendants through the doorsHad to get a towel out the bathroom ’cause I seen the snot coming out her nose, yeah, yeahWe went to hawaii to change the climate, yeah yeahShe had a lil’ buddy to wind it, wind it, yeah yeahShe said, “Roddy, come f^k me inside of your diamonds,” yeah, yeahPut my emerald cuts on, then I got behind it, yeah, yeahHopping islands just to change my environmentWe plotting on ‘raris, started in dodges, ayyI like four hands on me when I get my massages, ayyI call her lil’ nicki ’cause she give me ménages

I got a fifty on me, but I told her I keep it a hundredSince I was a lil’ n^a, I just vowed to go get me some moneySince I made up twenty-five million on one of them daysNow these n^as bitin’ my waveI got fatigue on my body, don’t ride maseratiIt’s ‘rari, I’m going outer spaceI remember days, weren’t no missesHoppin’ them fences, runnin’ from jakesI got bulletproofs on all the cadillacsA n^a slide through like I’m obamaMight go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton donI’ma fk up some commasI was in the back, eating jambalyaHop out the pj straight in my pajamas

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