Nigga icy chain, buy a fuckin Range Buy a house if you can, fuck if they hate you man I only see progression, I never notice lames We in recession but my pockets never notice change I think I lost the only friend I ever had Never had a real role model, used to blame my bad Never gave a fuck though, I wasn't always mad It was fuel to my fire like they covered me in gas Blunt smoking, adolescent, grown up now All about my money like niggas who hustle uptown So double up, double up, make them dollars stack And you ain't gotta worry bout finding bitches to holler at Cus they'll find you and offer you to slide through If your money's really long your friends will probably slide too I make the type of music you can ride to So put this in yo system, if you die then I die too
Yea my blunt is lit and my cup is full And my life is good, man fuck the bull I'm all about my money on these streets So if a nigga hatin may that nigga rest in peace
Nigga fuck yo feelings, drop top, fuck the ceiling Middle finger to the world, that's how the fuck I'm feelin Keep it short change, I only fuck with millions Warren Buffet money, dummy that's a couple billion I'm tryna make a killin or at least attempt Cus there's no better feeling than when that money's spent Or when yo fridge is full, or when you paid yo rent I must be high as fuck or borderline bad When I was broke I thought they loved me just for being me And then I realized that nothing in this life is free Cus even for romance you gotta pay a fee And tell me take a chance, I guess we'll wait and see
Yea my blunt is lit and my cup is full And my life is good, man fuck the bull I'm all about my money on these streets So if a nigga hatin may that nigga rest in peace