Where I can do my bid in a phat ass crib in the sky
And it looks like we gonna get some cream from the pie
I always aim at the right gate
Running jooks on the lightweight
Baby burners get squeezed
Move up movin' apartment twenty two m
Forty fours for the coolin'
Shadey broads off tour suin'
Little Kevin double down on eleven out in Vegas
The more stones the more izee
Smoking pain in the range with my nigga Shockem
Rose fed keep a road straight
If you ain't eatin' it's us
Servin' niggas frontin' like it's white gold
Dying hold the lying ain't the right goal
I'll cap your top call me John if you want lady
Everybody want to be a superstar baby
I ain't get the dough to act like abandon you
You say you want trendy you say you want sheik
And honey dips rubbin' on your money clip
Look at you how ya livin'
Meanwhile your style's played out like racism
Me I'm fresh out of love it's quite tragic
When all they want to do is inspect my gadget
And change a Superman to Clark Kent
All for the sake of fake amusment
She said what do you consider fun
If you can get it get it get it
Said I been tryin' these rocky roads for so long
I'm trying to make that dough to move on
Time has come to make that change
Here comes the sun there goes the rain
Take that first step to tomorrow
Life may bring you joy and sorrow
Now I'm dottin' my I's and crossin' my t's
WRITERS
ATTRELL STEPHEN JR. CORDES, JEFF BARRY, JANET DU BOIS, STEVEN NICHOLAS JOLLEY, TONY SWAIN, ASHLEY INGRAM, LEEE JOHN, ERROL DILLON, KYMANI RONALD MARLEY