Lyrics:
I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh right
I swear the world better prepare
For when I'm a billionaire
Yeah I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas
Give Travie a wish list
I'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had shit
Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this
And last but not least grant somebody their last wish
It's been a couple months that I've been single so
You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
Get it, hehe, I'd probably visit where Katrina hit
And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
Yeah can't forget about me stupid
Everywhere I go I'ma have my own theme music
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh right
I swear the world better prepare
For when I'm a billionaire
Oh ooh oh ooh for when I'm a billionaire
Oh ooh oh ooh
I'll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then I'll compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the five, twenties tens and Bens completely separate
And yeah I'll be in a whole new tax bracket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
I'll probably take whatever's left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket pull out your wallet
Put it in the air and sing
I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had, uh
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night, oh I
I swear the world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire
Oh ooh oh ooh, when I'm a billionaire
Oh ooh oh ooh
I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad
See how the ice be glarin' when I come through and retrieve
It's easy to know it's us if a body in the street
Too turned up and the plug talk Swahili
After I pay my taxes, I go Richard Millie
In another tax bracket, you niggas beneath me
Who causin' a racket in Jamaica on the weekend?
Half a ticket on vacation, I ripped up the receipt
And she call me daddy 'cause my money long like Stevie
Stay down with my son, right or wrong, FBG shit (Freebandz)
How you gon' be gang?
Where's the humanity
In havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?
Straightjacket with a hundred and eight brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it
Cut your fuckin' head off, and that's where you headed off to
Get it, headed off to?
Yo B, they ready
Let's go
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off, 'cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off
Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off
Wax on?
(Zaytoven)
Yeah
I stay up fighting my demons (demons)
I don't got no one to lean on (lean on)
I'm busy putting my team on
Hitters pull up with the Beamer (oh-oh)
I put that girl in a P1 (oh-oh)
She make a mess then she clean up (oh yeah)
She call her friend, her name Tina
I turn that shit to a threesome, yeah (yeah)
Fuck with my name could be fatal (oh-oh)
None of my niggas are stable (yeah)
They turn a crown to a halo (halo)
They roll through the town like it's Halo (Halo)
But don't make a move 'til I say so (say so)
Drop a few hits then I lay low (lay low)
Ever since I been single
My side chick wanna be main chick
She know I'ma make her famous
Ever since I been single
My side chick wanna be main chick
Dodge her call like The Matrix
Dodge her call like (brr)
Steady on top (steady on top)
Better believe
They keep praying on my fall, y'all better believe
I'ma die on top (die on top)
Better believe
I just watched my opps team up, y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe it
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe (look)
Y'all better believe (yeah)
(I'm just a)
Young dirty bastard, plastered
I'm gone off weed and acid, magic
My mind is doing backflips, gymnastics
All my albums classic
All these fake rappers they stay capping
'Bout a whole lotta shit that ain't happen
Middle finger
Plus thumb
'Cause I stay snapping
They fronted on me, I made back it
Six hundred, I Maybach it (skrrt)
Baby, we ain't in the same bracket
They riding waves, this is Lake Placid
Uh, you wanna be high for this
On God, I'ma ride, I would die for this
Looking bad, oh, you mad 'cause I'm confident?
Come back for more
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, love me tender
Love me slow
I don't care if you, tell 'em Bobby
Back for more
Yeah, gotta get it, gotta, gotta
Get in the bracket
You know I like it!
Come back for more
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, love me tender
Love me slow
I don't care if you, tell 'em Bobby
Back for more
Yeah, gotta get it, gotta, gotta
Get in the bracket
You know I like it!
For when I'm a billionaire
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (oh), when I'm a billionaire
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (let's go)
I'll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then I'll compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the five, twenties, tens, and Bens completely separate
And yeah, I'll be in a whole new tax bracket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
I'll probably take whatever's left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket, pull out your wallet
Put it in the air and sing
I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had, uh (buy everything, haha)
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (what up, Oprah?)
You can rock it, you can suck it
You can even put on your brand new jacket
Because I'm the man who can put you in the musical brackets
Party like it's 1980
With the afro shiny and the girls all purty
With a white girl molly
And a dark-skinned Kylie
Can I rock both bodies?
These nigga's want me to walk for them, somebody talk to them
Before I go off on them
Oh they want me to fall (fall)
Fall from the top (top)
They want me to drop (drop)
They want me to stop (stop)
They want me to go (go)
I'm already gone (already)
The shit that I'm on
I'm already home
(Hey, I'm already home)
(Hey, I'm already home)
(Hey, I'm already home)
I taught 'em about fish scale they want me to fish for them
They want me to catch clean, then cook up a dish for them
All of this just for them, or they got a diss for him
They want me to disappear, like it's gonna shift for them
They say that I'm in the way, they want me to sit with them
But what they admitting is, they ain't got shit for him
But really the fact is, we not in the same bracket
Not in the same league, don't shoot at the same baskets
Don't pay the same taxes, hang with the same bitches
So how am I in the way, what is it I'm missing?
I'm goin' (yes I'm) goin', I'm a-goin' to the
Goin' to the (hard) ware I'm goin', really goin' to the
Goin' (hard) I'm goin' to the (hard) oh yes, I'm goin' to the
Hardware store
I'm goin' (yes I'm) goin', I'm a-goin' to the
Goin' to the (hard) ware I'm goin', really goin' to the
Goin' (hard) I'm goin' to the (hard) oh yes, I'm goin' to the
Hardware store
Would you look at all that stuff
They've got Allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters
Trash compactors, juice extractor, shower rods and water meters
Walkie-talkies, copper wires, safety goggles, radial tires
BB pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers
Picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters
Paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters
Kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables
Hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles
Pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication
Metal roofing, water proofing, multi-purpose insulation
Air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors
Tire gauges, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors
Trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers
Tennis rackets, angle brackets, Duracells and Energizers
Soffit panels, circuit breakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers
Calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers
I can't wait, (no I) I can't wait (oh when)
When are they gonna open up the door?
'Cause I'm buyin'
It's on me, everything is on me
And my girl is still down like she's fuckin' Jon B
And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit
I just listened back and now I'm sounding like a trumpet
This for all the strippers 'cause I know that they gon' bump it
Tell 'em, "Back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it"
Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax brackets and back-and-forth faxes
My money coming full circle, get up on my axis
Nebby, I'ma kill 'em, only 'cause I promised
They think I'm bein' cocky, but I'm only bein' honest
I'm swallowin' the Goose, got a model gettin' loose
And I never party 'less I got some bottles in the booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' patience, 'cause I want it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, Tennessee State shit
Drop a four in it and appreciate the greatness, Drizzy
(Gangsta)
I just want y'all to remember
That this is the first mixtape you bumped
While you had a Black president
Yeah, p-p-pass the dro (Gangsta)
I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes
And they might even say you should leave me alone
And homie's scared, 'cause his bitch like me
Stuntin' is a habit, get it from my daddy
Just like Shaggy, I tote that boom-bastic
I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
I ain't talkin' marbles, you can pluck my balls
And yes, I'm fallin', but up, I fall
And if your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog
I went from penny pinchin' to private planes
Never sat on any benches, I got in games
Starter, Carter, ball harder
Ten girls, penthouse suite, y'all order
Whatever y'all please, wine, crackers, and cheese
They take off their clothes and put on my tees
The supplement I've taken got me feelin' mighty
My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese
Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze
Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze
Cheap-ass apartment, just the kitchen I need
And 18 G's is why the chicken crossed the street
Whatcha know 'bout it?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I’m in a whole ‘nother tax bracket, amen
Oh no, we don't play with silly girls
All I know is the material girls
Give me the money, the cars, the case loads
The mon-mon-money, the Yen and the Pesos
The mon-mon-money, the mon-mon-money
The mon-mon-money, Yen and the Pesos
The mon-mon-money, the mon-mon-money
The mon-mon-money, Yen and the Pesos
The mon-mon-money, the mon-mon-money
The mon-mon-money, Yen and the Pesos
The mon-mon-money, the mon-mon-money
The mo-mo-mo-mo-money, the mo-mo-mo-mo-money, money, money
Told y'all on Drake's shit, told y'all to fixate
Bitches want my old shit, buy my old mixtape
I ain't fuckin' with you bum bitches no more
Always in the club lookin' like a bozo
Talkin' 'bout money, we could have a conversation
Top five tax bracket in the population
Hatin' and I know they got a reason why
I ain't gotta wonder if I want to lease or buy
And I dictate how I'm gon' piece the pie
I ain't talkin' about no motherfuckin' pizza pie
'Cause I keep a bad bitch, booty big and the waist thin
Seen his little weiner, but we don't like Nathans
Nah, homie you gon' need a bigger cockpit
'Cause when I fly, I be right behind the cockpit
(Ayo, captain)
(Ayo, cap)
(I, I don't wanna hear that navigation, baby pa, huh)
(I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to get some sleep, ya dig?)
See it's brackets n****
Them hoes ain't f***ing you "cause you ain't in that bracket n****
Learn life, it's levels to this s*** young boy
Ay O you feel me
Lil n**** we don't rock the same clothes, f*** the same hoes
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't drive the same whips, we don't f*** the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't get the same paper, you a motherf***in' hater
Boy it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** 'cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** 'cause it's levels to this s***
Oh lord
'Cause it's levels to this s***, levels to this s***
Can't f*** my ho 'cause it's levels to this b****
And I be rocking prada like a devil in this b****
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b****
And I'm heavy as it get
Shining like a motherf***in' bezel on my wrist
All my n****s mobbing so we heavy in this b****
30 Grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine, most saying, young n**** blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
Swerve on 'em, n****s gotta nerve on 'em
'Cause I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em
But a n**** back home and now n****s roll with him
Caught a case what you think, n**** f***ing told on 'em
I ain't get my s*** snatched yet
You ain't get your b**** back yet
One call, n****s aim that tech
Blood drawn, headshot n**** brains on step
Hot s*** if you pop s***
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got s***
We young n****s, we winning I pull up, drop s***
Mob s***, with more keys than a locksmith
Lil n**** we don't rock the same clothes, f*** the same hoes
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't drive the same whips, we don't f*** the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't get the same paper, you a motherf***in' hater
Boy it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** 'cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** 'cause it's levels to this s***
Oh lord
Damn Tommy you ain't got no job
Dc, we the motherf***in' mob
Young n**** getting straight to the money
In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh
I make them power moves with Jay and them
Them boys shooting don't play with them
Maybach, Rozay and them
Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them
Compound n****s live now
If it's the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now
I call up Odyssey tell them b****es to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying around
And I don't f*** with no n****s
If they don't f*** with my n****s
And I ain't f***ing no b****es
If they f***ing my n****s
Lil n**** we don't rock the same clothes, f*** the same hoes
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't drive the same whips, we don't f*** the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't get the same paper, you a motherf***in' hater
Boy it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** 'cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** 'cause it's levels to this s***
Oh lord
One time for the real n****s
Two times for the bad b****es
Y'all suckas be cuffing hoes
'Cause y'all suckas never had b****es
I hit the dealer bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you mad n****
That's the reason why you hating on me
I love balling, my bad n****
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Levels to this s***
Can't f*** my ho 'cause it's levels to this b****
'Cause it's levels to this b****
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b****
Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up
Lil n**** we don't rock the same clothes, f*** the same hoes
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't drive the same whips, we don't f*** the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't get the same paper, you a motherf***in' hater
Boy it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** 'cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** 'cause it's levels to this s***
Oh lord
I'm tryna fuck the DA lady in her mouth though
Hit some R&B shit on the jet though
I got stacks on me, got stacks on me like Alpo
Since a young ass nigga I was dead broke
Fuck that fake shit nigga, fuck that fraudulent pretending
Got young Doolie on the body and I really do miss her
Let's flip the clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
Let's flip the clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
Punching on the gas, I done rented me a bag though
Two hundred on a the dash, baby this is not a Jaguar
You don't have to ask, keep that hammer on me, MC
You show these niggas love and they gonna show you a barrel
It's Taliban gang, we in a whole 'nother era
Our money ain't the same, I'm in a whole 'nother bracket
It's five thousand or better, what I spend on a jacket
Finesse a nigga momma in the hood when I'm trappin'
Praying 'bout this karma when a gun on my Franklins
These niggas don't want drama, they some federal agents
Run inside your house for them coke leaves
They gon' shoot you in the head if you the police
I'm tryna fuck the DA lady in her mouth though
Hit some R&B shit on the jet though
I got stacks on me, got stacks on me like Alpo
Since a young ass nigga I was dead broke
Fuck that fake shit, nigga, fuck that fraudulent pretending
Got young Doolie on the body and I really do miss her
Let's flip the clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
Let's flip the clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
They got my dawg, violate a hundred bodies
I'm 'bout to cash out on a new Bugatti
I'm 'bout to pay the police off, John Gotti
They mixin' Actavis in with the molly
Pull a half a million dollar car up in the projects
You niggas wanna go to war, it's like in ISIS
That bitch gon' fuck your homeboy 'cause she triflin'
They got my lil' one down the road on the homi'
He got Freebandz tatted 'cross his stomach
I'm 'bout to smash the prosecutor and the attorney
And I've been hustlin' long time, on a journey
I wake up, go and blow a dime off in Barneys
I'm tryna fuck the DA lady in her mouth though
Hit some R&B shit on the jet though
I got stacks on me, got stacks on me like Alpo
Since a young ass nigga I was dead broke
Fuck that fake shit, nigga, fuck that fraudulent pretending
Got young Doolie on the body and I really do miss her
Let's flip the clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
Let's flip the clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
(I'm tryna fuck the DA lady in her mouth though
Hit some R&B shit on the jet though
I got stacks on me, got stacks on me like Alpo
Since a young ass nigga I was dead broke
Fuck that fake shit, nigga, fuck that fraudulent pretending
Got young Doolie on the body and I really do miss her
Let's flip the clip and spray that bitch for big daddy
Let's flip the clip and spray that bitch for big daddy)
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful,
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful
Your daddy fucked your momma then fucked your sister,
Then climbed in your bed playing with your sugar,
Go 'head take your belt off and hang yourself,
Matter of fact grab your strap and bang yourself,
Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond,
I'm a big dick you know the one everybody on,
You goin' make me sing murder was the case
Pull this trigger shit ping ping, should start at the face,
I'm international, I'm never home man,
I've goin' so long my accent changed,
Better watch who you fuck with mate,
Or you goin' make me carve you up now straight
Come on Game you'll never be my equal,
Your homie shoot dogs, my nigga shoot people,
See me I'm what your never goin' be,
I'm in that tax bracket your never goin' see,
When you cross me
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful,
See, I get so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful
When you cross me
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful,
See, I get so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful
That nigga Buck like Game tell momma he don smoked the T-V,
I didn't know he fucked with more dope than B-G,
Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pimp C,
Man keeping these motherfuckers rich ain't easy,
Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy,
And his cd's didn't sell like his CD's,
Man that nigga blew all of his chips on them breezy's,
Mad cause the world won't treat him like Weezy,
Look I don't give a fuck nigga please believe me,
No nigga in the vocal booth around can see me,
It's crazy how I make this shit look oh so easy,
They say fifty not on Buck with him he oh so greasy,
Yeah he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy,
Its funny how they shit on niggas then they need me,
See me I'm number one I'm loading up my gun,
I catch ya and ya done, you pussy nigga run
When you cross me
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful,
See, I get so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful
When you cross me
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful,
See, I get so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful
They say first comes love then comes marriage,
Instead I got Shaniqua in the baby carriage,
Then came the cash then the baby momma drama,
I gave the bitch a half a mill,
She blew it on Prada,
I remember when I met da bitch and she ain't had nada,
Now got my son on some fly shit,
Now I got to buy shit,
Man I can't even flunk shit cause everybody want shit,
Everybody mad, damn even my dad,
And I don't even know him now how the fuck I owe him,
I ain't giving nobody shit I'm a show them,
I gave Game hits, he told me to suck dick,
Start screaming West side and Dre ain't say shit,
Now we just eat of 'em and when I talk to Em
A smile comes on his face,
He told me whats the case,
Enemies stay enemies,
But friends they change,
Niggas go crazy over money my man
When you cross me
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful,
See, I get so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful
When you cross me
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful,
See, I get so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful
Issa brown bag, issa Bellucci bag
Issa Codeine, issa green Xan
Issa moshpit, issa rally
Issa Taliban, Alexander McQueen
Issa 40, issa 30
Issa Dessy, y'all not ready
Issa nail polish, bitch I'm petty
Issa ton of these, sis got heavy
Issa YSL, issa PDE
That's my old ting, issa TBT
Issa tax bracket, issa Stoney jacket
World is mine now, it's on Tony status
Nigga don't argue
Nigga you pardoned
Nigga gon' harm you
Nigga we heartless
And I got a 'Rari
And I got a Harley
And I got Saint Laurent on my garments
Issa 21, issa rack
Issa pump, issa killer
Issa pistol, issa dismissal
Issa kiss, issa yes, you kissed me
Issa dismissal, issa dismiss you
Issa my pistol, issa spillin'
Issa spillin', issa spillin', issa
Issa killa, issa hitta, issa hit 'em
Issa miss 'em, issa hitta
Issa fuck 'em, issa fuck 'em
Issa bust 'em, issa truck, issa fuck 'em
Issa don't cough, issa 21
Issa, issa, issa, issa, issa
Issa, issa, issa, issa
Issa, issa, issa, issa, issa
Issa, issa, issa, issa, issa
Issa slight problem, nigga poppin' like some popcorn
Hit yo' bitch with my socks on
Now they turnt, issa, issa, issa knife war
Know some hitters out the 9th Ward nigga
They want the deeds to my fruit of labor
Every time I turn around
Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown
Ten million was the last check
Devil wanna deal a nigga death or debt
They want to own every thing I own
They sends drones to survey my home
Suits designed to protect my wealth
Bloody Glock 40 to protect myself
Cubans on my neck looking like a python
On the couches I'm the one they got their eyes on
Skip your name, now they want to know your tax bracket
Tell 'em that you with me and the pussy's automatic
I paid dues in these streets
I gave so much I got nothing to lose in these streets
Family asked me am I in Illuminati
Beat twenty cases like John Gotti
White man fear a nigga with a free mind
And if you disagree tell him that he can free mine
Took my Rolex and gave me an ankle monitor
So many angles these haters'll start popping up
Renounced my citizenship and moved to Singapore
Couple tax breaks all accounts offshore
Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper?
All I want
Every time I call she just come
Cause every time I call she get to cum
Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done
When I used to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)
(radio killer)
Its not a dream baby
(radio killer killer killer)
Or is it a dream
She graduated from the school of arts
Now she swimming in a pool of sharks
Roughest niggas with the coolest cars
Sophomore year had a 1st minaj
Better DC like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla fuck that
Better give that boy a bus pass
I see no competition baby girl a must have
My letters hinted on my mustache
The remy never did or did he get make a bus pass
Good dick may a chick wanna cut class
The way I'm knocking on the door they call it trespass
She my dime not the one I wanna curse at
Looking fine real diamonds on a cutglass
People call you blind (people call you blind)
But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl)
Your all thats I'm my mind (oh yeah)
All you need is me girl
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
Who can hit it more faster
I'm talking authentic orgasms
Film that play it on a big plasma
Back to work just a little bit faster
She say life is a journey
I need mine just like my attorney
I get sued like a nigga switch shoes
Long money but he gotta a quick fuse
Ride slow but I'm in a quick car
Pause for a minute paint em' in a picture
Baby girl my money good
Who turned her on a nigga least kirk wood
Time to give that boy a bus pass
I see no competition girl a must have
She shines like a diamond
Motivation for morining
People call you blind (people call you blind)
But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl)
Your all thats I'm my mind (oh yeah)
All you need is me girl
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
Swade pea coat with the Gucci trim
Knew it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock add
Ain't nothing you can tell me
I'm on them hills like I'm Jonathan Kelsy
Told her friends that she felt me
We mad love through the love hate lp
You my Josephine baker
May need morphine the deeper that I take her
I'm a back breaker another text bracket
Benz Maybach her
Green bay packa
My life a movie so tonight that's where to jack her
People call you blind (people call you blind)
But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl)
Your all thats I'm my mind (oh yeah)
All you need is me girl
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
(Ain't none harder, nigga)
I just made this ho faint
She ain't even believe it was me
Shawty gon' tie my shoe like a lil' kid, so conceited lately
Post a pic and let the world see it, I'm just keepin' it P
No one on the corner put that stuff on like us (sex)
I got all the hitters goin', I got a lil' one goin', I got all the Skittles goin'
I just parked a new Ferrari next to a foreign, next to a new foreign
I just got the bag, made another bag, flip, nigga, I'm too O (T)
Niggas know not to never sleep on me, I'm puttin' that stuff on
They think I'm sellin' H, look at my chain, I got a few keys on (woo)
Bitch fuck around and faint, and when she see me, I had that shit on (say, dog)
Flickin' up my wrist, I'm cookin' dope, smelled like I peed on (see)
Anything I get on, put a fit on, then I shit on (brr)
Tax bracket, high skyscrapers, I can't see y'all (ski)
Talkin' dogshit, I fuck it up then put the beat on
Got my dogs turnin' up, they ready to put the switch on (brr)
Got this bad bitch, she textin' me, she ready to sit on
Supermodels back, overseas
Supermodels, bad lil' freak
Super-charged, ridin' in the 'Ghini
I'm super fly, I'm all a bitch need
No one on the corner did it bigger than us
No one on the corner got that litty like us
No one on the corner gettin' a bag like us
No one on the corner reppin' murder like us (oh, shh)
I'm the one that got you ran down (shh)
Ain't tellin' these niggas to stand down (Plutoski)
Got this shit in the choke, hands down
Hit the brrt-brrt, ski, now it's man down
I'm like
Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money getting niggas
Need my assistance to stack figures, beyond non-existence
Fuck keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced persistence
Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail sentence
I'm recognized by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into jewels
But still skeptic on who I cling to
Cos every single nigga that swing through ain't my man just cos we mingle
Too much snake shit, even females be feedin off that fake shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my high helps me escape it
Temporarily, though it don't worry me
The wise verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
I fuck with those beyond my age bracket
Cos they analyze and map it, get the papers and stack it
Leavin no trace to track it, kingpin thinkin tactics is accurate
That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we feel relaxed with
Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs
So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
And until I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards
It's realism so I visualize it to live it
Movin cleverly, with intentions of longevity
Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, others would never see, G
So do the crest in my claw, flourescents
Symbolises the essence, you're sailin in a sweppervescence
Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but informers
They had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enourmous
Life's a performance so players play with endurance
Cos for more cents, any villain's willing to get more intense
They tried to break us but all it did was just make us
Travel across acres for papers, bonafide money takers
Cause though we know somehow we all gotta go
As long as we're leaving thieving, we'll be leaving with some kind of dough
So
Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back (It's real, NYC)
Just gimme (QB)
Just gimme (B-K, VT)
Gimme what you can't get back (See me, AZ y'all, representin)
Just gimme (Yeah, the street life is trife life)
Why don't you gimme the world (Representin)
Gimme what you can't get back (Life's a bitch and then you die)
Click-Clack, blast 'em
Chrome 24's tires thin like napkins
Gotta ride big cause I am like a captain
You know I'm a boss, chillin', relaxin'
Probably in my office, doin' my taxes
You little niggas so not in my bracket,
And I don't even have time to practice
Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L
Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new
Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new
Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new
Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new
I got ice, ridiculous price
Your camera has never saw a picture this nice (Hmm)
I'm fishin' and the bitches will bite
It's prolly cause my game is fixin' in tight, Right
I'm fuckin' every bad bitch twice
And if she doesn't wear panties then I'll fuck her on sight
I'm nasty like spice
I know what she likes
I can make a black women scream like she white
I can make a white women scream like Mike
But before she start singin', she gotta check my Mic
Niggas just hatin'
And I dun lost sight
It's like i don't see 'em I only see the night
You talkin' that shit but you boys just hype
I hope you bring a gun to the fight Aight?
Nigga, quit actin' scared
We both go up there, it's gon' look like somethin' up
Now you know niggas get real paranoid
When they see a gang of motherfuckers walkin' up
Now this legendary shit is brought to you by
The D-O-double-G, twenty years of luxury
20 Crippin', fuck with me, east side hustler
Plus a cold motherfucker, you can't get enough of me
Ultramagnetic, these bitches gon' spread it for me
Chain lookin' sleepy, diamonds all embedded
Party poppin' like it's Beat Street, everybody lit
Everybody gettin' ready, summertime about to hit again
California's the spot
I'm worldwide whether you like it or not, hop in the whip
Drop it and dip, top of the mornin', I'm not with a bitch
I'm in these streets clockin' a grip
I'm never gon' slip, never gon' fall off, grab that sawed-off
Everything above your neck, I blow that all off
You ain't in my bracket or my status quo
Snoop Dogg in the party with the baddest ho, let's go
Cruisin' down the 405 (405), let's
Take a break to catch a vibe (catch a vibe)
Summertime, I come alive (come alive)
Now we catch a vibe (vibe), catch a vibe (vibe)
Cruisin' down the 405 (405), let's
Take a break to catch a vibe (catch a vibe)
Summertime, I come alive (come alive)
Now we catch a vibe (vibe), catch a vibe (vibe)
Take a puff, flip the page, continue the story
I control the big stage, got fame and the glory
Money in the bank, from the streets to the business suites
From the Beach to executive meetings
More money, two million this week, nigga
From a street killer to a multi-million dollar weed dealer
Homies told you don't bring the bitch, Doggy Dogg might leave with her
The breadwinner, I'm so rich and I'm never bitter
Runnin' game like a treadmill, cold nigga, big winner
Cruisin' down the 405, choose a place, yours or mine
We can make this legal paper, no need to read between the lines
Now we talkin' stocks and bonds, NFTs and cryptos
The money profit crackin', so to the bank a Crip go
I'm all about investments, I'm all your homies' reference
My boss moves on the top news, Snoop Dogg, he do not lose
The homie built a new franchise, needed one million, so I dropped two
Showed the nigga what the guap do
When I stop through and I pop through and I got you
Cruisin' down the 405 (405), let's
Take a break to catch a vibe (catch a vibe)
Summertime, I come alive (come alive)
Now we catch a vibe (vibe), catch a vibe (vibe)
Cruisin' down the 405 (405), let's
Take a break to catch a vibe (catch a vibe)
Summertime, I come alive (come alive)
Now we catch a vibe (vibe), catch a vibe (vibe)
