[Prod. By 90, Chanel and R3d Hawk]
[Intro]
I look good
C'mon...
I know it's my time
I know it's my time
Lord
[Verse 1]
Now look at me now
Dropped college, made a ton of money
I'm not saying you should do it, but if you do it make use of your time
Took my bussiness operations and ain't even a doctor
I came back to the city, I'm a fucking walking target homie
All these bitches say they miss me, yeah they miss but they're not my misses
If you ask what I care about, I care about cash
I cut that bitch off real quick, but you can't cut my percentage (Skrr, Skrr)
Even if it left 0.2 to play, I go hard in the motherfucking paint
I guess you tend to overdo it when you come up underprivileged, ok
I came from nothing then and I never stopped till I made something
I can't count on this bitches so I count my riches
All I need is my fucking drink and my cold blood to cool out
Yeah sometimes I do woosah, time to get paid by the bosses
Catch me at the rooftop like helicopter, for my momma and my daddy
My brothers and friends, we made it fam
If they don't eat, I don't eat
I can't rest my feet until they all on feet
They said I need to rest, I asked: why?
Bitch I never seen Ben Franklin sleep
But I need money like sheet after sheet
I got so much swag ho, look both sides
When I heard 'bout leaked nudes of my gf I'm like:
''Did her message just leak?''
[Interlude]
Hold up
Lemme check, oh nah
They fake, we aight
[Verse 2]
The money goin' up, I'm makin' all the right moves
Check out my style
Cause I never fell off a skateboard
The way they take these hoes and trick off
I got a rich girl, I swear to god dawg, man she's like a walkin' ATM
Except she ain't come in with drawls
I know I'm far away from my age
Sometimes I start to wonder how old you can die young
All that bullshit that you rappin' honestly just makes me cringe
Money doesn't grow on trees, okay someone explain to me
Why all the paper I count is green
I stressed on, I pushed on
Told dad I'm the next on
I dream that, been slept on, I kept on, I left home
Now mama wears LV earrings
So shiny she can't hear what motherfuckers said about me
Don't give a fuck, or three or four
Running like I have 5 wheels homie
Talkin' like I'm on the last cigarette because I had to take it back to square one
(Beat switch to ''The Calm'')
[Verse 3]
Sometimes to win the war man you got to lose a battle
But if I lose a bitch just know my next one gonna be badder
So I come to the church with all these Jesus pieces on me
Heaven sent, raisin' hell, same time, what that's the rapture?
Didn't pay attention to what they said for a second, I swear I woulda failed everything
My passport gettin tatooed, flyin' overseas turnin' dreams into habits
Turning classes into first classes, dad I'm never going back
And I put 2 years on the flow, nah, I got it mastered
Cause I don't give a dam, that's why I don't do damage
Goddamn it's good to get this money, even better if you do it with you homies
Call up my homie who been in a depression
Said boy don't be sad, don't lie to me 'bout your feelings
On the outside you look fine but on the inside could be killin'
You act like everything is fine but now you're Robin Williams
And now we counting paper till ur fingers are itchin
So bro one phone call would prevent all of your problems
So I'm there for my family 'til we forever on
'Til we hit the dealership and cop the Megazord
Homie that's the red gatti, white lambo, black rari, green gani, pink benzo
Yellow beamer, blue royce, every neck comes with a few chains on
I learned that every bad bitch comes with rabies
Just like, I have everything
Private flight down to MIA, Rich Squad la familia men
We back at it to let you know, I figure it's best you know
In the middle of recordin' we smoke out till we pass out
About to take a flight to Cloud 9
All my homies come with me
I looked up the storm tonight
Then I realized man I got a bitch that's living off me
And honestly what the fuck does this bitch for me?
I hope we finally see the signs
Oh it's true, she gives me good head and ass
Plus she dance on the pole, man I love that bitch
Asked me for some change I gave her like one somethin'
Man to keep that shit a hunnid I wish I woulda gave a hunnid
Cause if you ask me how I'm doin', shit you could do the math
I just bought 5 chains, 2 rings, 3 neckleaces and 1 rollie
I just did it for my mom, finna do it for my dad
And I ain't even sell my soul, imagine what I coulda got for that
I made something out of nothing, it's like a rabbit pulled it out a hat
Man when I'm done they gonna stone me
Dropped college, made a ton of money
I'm not saying you should do it, but if you do it make use of your time
Took my bussiness operations and ain't even a doctor
I came back to the city, I'm a fucking walking target homie
All these bitches say they miss me, yeah they miss but they're not my misses
If you ask what I care about, I care about cash
Motherfuckers
I look good
