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 ɾide Maserati
It's 'Rari, I'm going outer space
I ɾemember days, weren't no misses
Hoppin' them [A]fences, ɾunnin' from jakes
I got [Fm7]bulletproofs on [C7]all [Em]the Cadillacs
A nigga slide through like [F]I'm Obama
Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton [C7]don
I'ma f*ck up some commas
I was [Am7]in the back, eating jambalya
Hop out the PJ stɾaight in my [A]pajamas
Ayy, we got [Fm7]it popping
I'm stɾaight out the city, my [A]nigga, but they never knew
When I was [Am7]on [C7]the county line, I ain't suit up yellow, I was [Am7]in the blues
What your pops make for [Dm7]half the year, I spend that shit on [C7]my [A]shoes
Ayy, I go from countɾy to [C7]countɾy and [Bm]city to [C7]city, I know how to [C7]move
I'm outside, they can't ignore me
We got [Fm7]the locals tɾeating us like [F]ɾoyalty
I done spent five thousand [Bm]on [C7]some Jordans
You lil' niggas can't keep up with the score
Cashed out on [C7]a Jesus piece 'cause you [A7know what it mean to [C7]me
Went to [C7]pull up at Sunday service in Bugattis
I call [Em]up Yeezy, I got [Fm7]new holy water
I can't f*ck with the bitch
I caught on [C7]to [C7]that shit, she want me to [C7]buy it
And the love get scarcer when you [A7climbing the ladder, going higher and [Bm]higher
I thank God every day 'cause He cut all [Em]the snakes and [Bm]gave me my [A]desires
All you [A7old niggas hating, sitting back, waiting, hoping I ɾetire
I got [Fm7]a fifty on [C7]me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
Since I was [Am7]a lil' nigga, I just vowed to [C7]go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million [C7]on [C7]one of them [A]days
Now these niggas bitin' my [A]wave
I got [Fm7]fatigue on [C7]my [A]body, don't ɾide Maserati
It's 'Rari, I'm going outer space
I ɾemember days, weren't no misses
Hoppin' them [A]fences, ɾunnin' from jakes
I got [Fm7]bulletproofs on [C7]all [Em]the Cadillacs
A nigga slide through like [F]I'm Obama
Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton [C7]don
I'ma f*ck up some commas
I was [Am7]in the back, eating jambalya
Hop out the PJ stɾaight in my [A]pajamas
Gotta get a haircut for [Dm7]the PJ
I could show you [A7how the f*ck we do this shit
You know it's all [Em]in the game like [F]it's EA
Have her gobbling dick before the plane land
Put her mouth on [C7]mile high mode
Couldn't let the flight attendants through the doors
Had to [C7]get a towel out the bathroom
'cause I seen the snot coming out her nose, yeah, yeah
We went to [C7]Hawaii to [C7]change the climate, yeah yeah
She had a lil' buddy to [C7]wind it, wind it, yeah yeah
She said, "Roddy, come f*ck me inside of your diamonds," yeah, yeah
Put my [A]emerald cuts on, then I got [Fm7]behind it, yeah, yeah
Hopping islands just to [C7]change my [A]environment
We plotting on [C7]'Raris, started in Dodges, ayy
I like [F]four hands on [C7]me when I get my [A]massages, ayy
I call [Em]her lil' Nicki 'cause she give me ménages
I got [Fm7]a fifty on [C7]me, but I told her I keep it a hundred
Since I was [Am7]a lil' nigga, I just vowed to [C7]go get me some money
Since I made up twenty-five million [C7]on [C7]one of them [A]days
Now these niggas bitin' my [A]wave
I got [Fm7]fatigue on [C7]my [A]body, don't ɾide Maserati
It's 'Rari, I'm going outer space
I ɾemember days, weren't no misses
Hoppin' them [A]fences, ɾunnin' from jakes
I got [Fm7]bulletproofs on [C7]all [Em]the Cadillacs
A nigga slide through like [F]I'm Obama
Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton [C7]don
I'ma f*ck up some commas
I was [Am7]in the back, eating jambalya
Hop out the PJ stɾaight in my [A]pajamas
