Fifty

Gimme fifty
Gimme, gimme fifty
Put about a dozen damn strings on the symphony
Rich nigga always buy thrifty
Chain hella raw
Big weight, hella lifting
Gimme fifty
Gimme, gimme fifty
Rolls on my wrist
Gold on my six-piece
Banging 'til the mirrors get misty
Now throw that ass back like a Frisbee
Gimme fifty
Gimme, gimme fifty
Put about a dozen damn strings on the symphony
Rich nigga always buy thrifty
Chain hella raw
Big weight, hella lifting
Gimme fifty
Gimme, gimme fifty
Rolls on my wrist
Gold on my six-piece
Banging 'til the mirrors get misty
Now throw that ass back like a Frisbee

Gimme fifty
Shouting Timmy Darkside
I ain't fucking with you other niggas like apartheid
Game getting brain
Guess I'm a smart guy
Tia and Timara getting down on my hard slide
Raw like the meat isle
Flashing sweet smiles
Fucking in the car
Getting head for a clean mile
Dope
Sniff it and we'll light this bitch
But better keep it on the DL 'cause I'll fight that snitch
A room full of hoes, catch me on Hoarder
But they more than a dime piece
They the whole damn quarter
Mr. Stone so reckless, and I ain't said this
But give the kid a week and he'll be right in your set list
I'm the magic man with the magic stick
You can twerk on that shit for hours or
Just make it quick, 'cause Ima last
Like we tryna win a marathon
I'm finna hit it hard
Like shorty from the Amazon
Now kill it

Gimme fifty
Gimme, gimme fifty
Put about a dozen damn strings on the symphony
Rich nigga always buy thrifty
Chain hella raw
Big weight, hella lifting
Gimme fifty
Gimme, gimme fifty
Rolls on my wrist
Gold on my six-piece
Banging 'til the mirrors get misty
Now throw that ass back like a Frisbee

Roley Poley
Diamonds all up on my wrist
Ask a nigga where he got it and I plead the
Six God made me do it
Got the Holy Ghost
But the devil put your girl on me to roller coast
I give her bling
Riding limousine
Talking money Imma fling
Taking music Imma sing
Talking what I give you
Baby everything, boo
That's the way that we do
Never be my equal
I'm the one and only
Kicking with the homies
Only ever lonely if I ain't got my chrome piece
Put about a couple big G's to my dome, please
Thunder cloud and zap a few peeps of the phonies
I take you to the candy shop
Pick out what you want
Get your ice, ice baby
Take it to the front
Throw a stack to the clerk and another cause he fam
Get him talking like
Fifty's my favorite jam
J

Gimme fifty
Gimme, gimme fifty
Put about a dozen damn strings on the symphony
Rich nigga always buy thrifty
Chain hella raw
Big weight, hella lifting
Gimme fifty
Gimme, gimme fifty
Rolls on my wrist
Gold on my six-piece
Banging 'til the mirrors get misty
Now throw that ass back like a Frisbee



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Writer(s): Thomas Barker
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