Roddy Ricch, Skeme - Decimals lyrics

Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.

[Roddy Ricch, Skeme - Decimals lyrics]

CJBeatz yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I need my decimals
I hear 'em, they talk in the city
They sayin' I'm next to blow
Lock it, re-rock it, this shipment
We got it from Mexico
He play with the green
I turn that nigga to a vegetable (Woo)
'Cause I need my decimals (yeah)
You can't tell me nothin', I already know
(I already know)
Young hothead nigga, I was always tryna go
And we don't call niggas
Nigga we just put the tap on the toe
Ask fortune later, then I gotta go
(Then I gotta skrrt)

I get to the money, 'lil nigga
Twenty fifties and the hunnids, 'lil nigga
I be out here, countin' hundred thousands
You ain't ever had no money 'lil nigga
Got a Fanta from the 7-11
I'm 'bout to pour another four
Get it backward, then I go
That bitch opened up the door
I gave her the trap block, told her
"Meet me at the pen"
We was runnin' out the pens
Trade the Chevy for a Benz painted white
Thought a young nigga would be
Livin' out like this
I don't know these nigga's
Pressure, this a Rollie
That's my only friend
I was pushin' out the bales and
I'm gon' drop a fifth
Where we was at was the bale
Mama put that on the wrist
See me hoppin' out McLaren's
She gon' look at the powder rinse
See the way I count the bands
You know that I was bound for this

I need my decimals
I hear 'em, they talk in the city
They sayin' I'm next to blow
Lock it, re-rock it, this shipment
We got it from Mexico
He play with the green
I turn that nigga to a vegetable (Woo)
'Cause I need my decimals (yeah)
You can't tell me nothin', I already know
(I already know)
Young hothead nigga, I was always tryna go
And we don't call niggas
Nigga we just put the tap on the toe
Ask fortune later, then I gotta go
(Then I gotta skrrt)

I have the decimals, yeah
I'm havin' digit's on digit's (Hey)
I got your ho in my home, playin' dome for me
'Cause she like the way that I kick it (Oh)
I'm makin' moves with the money
I'm ballin', the trap and the shit
I pick up my payments (Huh)
Shawty can be one of the baddest bitches
But she pay with the pimps
Treat her like a pidgeon
I work all day on a Saturday, makin' moves
If you broke, you irrelevant
If you mad at me, why you textin' then?
I swear that white go so flashy and flexible
We are the best and I'm actin' incredible
I want the meals and the
Bitch like I'm exceptional
I want to make a withdrawal out the bank
There ain't nothin' left in there (Oh)

I need my decimals
I hear 'em, they talk in the city
They sayin' I'm next to blow
Lock it, re-rock it, this shipment
We got it from Mexico
He play with the green
I turn that nigga to a vegetable (Woo)
'Cause I need my decimals (yeah)
You can't tell me nothin', I already know
(I already know)
Young hothead nigga, I was always tryna go
And we don't call niggas
Nigga we just put the tap on the toe
Ask fortune later, then I gotta go
(Then I gotta skrrt) yeah, yeah

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