| I used to pray that my money get longer |
| Told my baby I would drip her in Prada |
| I had days that I really ain’t proud of |
| Drinkin' away every one of my problems |
| I’m just tryna keep counting these hunnits |
| Now we ain’t speaking unless it’s 'bout profit |
| Drinking again and that shit got me nauseous |
| 'Cause my life been spawning too many options |
| I really got this shit popping |
| 23 and I got this bitch jumping |
| Remember back when my stomach was grumbling |
| Mama said, «Boy, you came up from nothing» |
| But she the one who done came up from nothing |
| And I still got a feeling it’s coming |
| Cop her a house like Napoleon’s complex |
| 'Cause she been through way too much of the nonsense |
| She gave up all of her dollars |
| Reinvested everything in her pockets |
| Gave it up for a dream |
| Moved out the country so we could be free |
| Started out frying up chickens in grease |
| She learned some English then got a degree |
| Still in the V and it’s big triple three |
| Now she a nurse and her son on TV |
| My bitch, a big booty monster |
| Back then I had to be pushing a Honda |
| Now I’m finna do whatever I wanna |
| This ain’t make a wish no Cosmo and Wanda |
| And I still get hate from my father |
| He said he praying that I don’t go farther |
| Fuck it, I’m gon' get it regardless |
| All of my bruddas be solid like Onix |
| Fuck boy you hating on what I do |
| Only pussies be scared of the ridicule |
| Might fuck on your hoe 'cause she really cute |
| We intimate 'cause she not into you |
| These hoes at my bank asking what I do |
| Everywhere I go, they wanna interview |
| You jealous of fame then you is a fool |
| Because only money tell the truth |
| I’m living life with no motherfucking rules |
| Been sipping liquor 'til I can’t even move |
| Finding balance was never that cool |
| Now they wanna do what I do |
| It’s August 6th, 2017 |
| One day man, 'cause we fucked |
| I was just wanna go through it |
| If we at lease release three songs in the next |
| Four weeks, that would be good |
| And then I need it to come on radio |
| That’s 50 bucks each, bro |
| 50 bucks for like, for like three months work |
| Dude, you really need a lot of money (what do you mean?) |
| To pass, pass in that really |
| Like you’re not gonna like it doesn’t matter |
| Why do you just promise him |
| You don’t make it, it comes in |
| You hear that shit? It just comes in, bro |