[Verse 1: Berner]

You see the box full of money on the porch? Yeah, I prayed for it

I ain't even have to pay the girl to let me use her name for it

We are playin' with the mail, a few homies went away for it

They were waitin' on my call but I couldn’t catch a case for it

Anxious, waitin' on the next run

Tell 'em I'm gon' send some, I'm here 'til the check come

I was probably in the car with the weight

While you was fake talkin 'bout tryna make a play, yeah

We burned banks out and played safes out

Shit, I had to buy the bag its own place now

Bring the jack back, too many fakes out

So much work, I had to cause a fake drought

Bring the Bay back, I'm in my Maybach

I'm in the O where they learned how to make crack

Gold champagne, drunk textin' and I lay flat

On the way to London, carry-on, got a eight pack

My money back long, I bet they hate that

I was sellin' coke, freestylin' on the 8-track

Girl Scout Cookies, can't believe that we made that

I watched my mom die, Wiz helped be bring my faith back (Shit)

Yeah, I got my bag right, fuck waitin' on the next man

Four mil' on the crib (Four mil' on the crib), one-fifty on my left hand

Real plug talk, fuck a drug dog

Yeah, go ahead and hit me when the rest land

Real Cali shit, this two of the best to ever do it from LA and San Fran

Yeah, Game, go ahead and tell 'em

[Chorus: The Game]

Follow all your dreams, nigga, you ain't gotta wait for it

You can have the whole world, nigga, you ain't gotta wait for it

Fuck what a hater got to say, tell 'em you ain't gotta wait for it

And if we all die one day and tomorrow ain't promised

Why the fuck would we wait for it?

[Verse 2: The Game]

Bentley truck outside, I just spent 200K for it

Every dollar I ever made, gotta thank Dr. Dre for it

Used to dream about a '64, wasn't tryna save for it

So I sold crack to the fiends on the block all day for it

Niggas wanted drama

That was cool, I just ran in the house and got a K for it

Gangbangin', I was made for it

Runnin' from them demons and the deacon like a point guard at Wake Forest

My grandmother used to tell me that Compton was gon' to kill me

So I wasn't tryna wait for it (Wait for it, wait for it)

She was sleepin' on my dreams, so I had to stay awake for it

Wanted Kim K so I went Kanye for it, I ain't have to pay for it

I just bought a ten million dollar crib, all a nigga need is a lake for it

Baby momma got a 6 and she ain't fuck Drake for it

They say, “Money is the root of all evil”

I seen most of you niggas turn snake for it

Real friends, real friends ain't worried about your money 'cause the bond'll never break for it

Fake friends, fake friends only pop up when you rollin' like the bottom of a skateboard

That's when the wheels stop and you gotta cut 'em off, even if you get the hate for it

Real love, I guess it died with Pac 'cause nigga I done searched the whole Golden State for it

California is mine, tell Kendrick and Snoop

I had a shootout with Steph Curry and Klay for it

[Chorus: The Game]

Follow all your dreams, nigga, you ain't gotta wait for it

You can have the whole world, nigga, you ain't gotta wait for it

Fuck what a hater got to say, tell 'em you ain't gotta wait for it

And if we all die one day and tomorrow ain't promised

Why the fuck would we wait for it?

[Outro: The Game]

Why the fuck would we wait for it?

You ain't gotta wait for it

Wait for it, wait for it

You ain't gotta wait for it