[Chorus]

What they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

I'm what they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

I'm what they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

Nobody- nobody to a nominee

[Verse 1]

Went from a nobody to a nominee

Name your top floor, girl come and drop the key

Turn three, twenty fours

Charge five figures galore, if we gonna drop the beat

Head game so good, she got the top degree

The doctors want dollars to go on shopping sprees

Swallow me, double champ like Conner be

All up in her guts like colostomy

Designers what I've been in

Blow it in the breeze girl, fighting all my demons

You could be mе ease girl, leaving whilе I'm dreaming

We could make a team girl, down if you're leaving

Made a mill', blew a mill' in only three months

Rappers taking money, brother, they ain't ever seen nun'

Three songs counting money while I bleed some

Wanna make money, take money, you gon' need some

[Chorus]

What they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

I'm what they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

I'm what they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

Nobody- nobody to a nominee

Check, check

[Verse 2]

Bottles and packs, I'm on the top of the map

Of this, rap beef I ain't follow that or borrowing that

From UK copying tracks

The only beefs that I see is with the government tax, facts

I got super hidden funds yeah

I just hit the red carpet with my mum yeah

Got a baby on the way and she the one yeah

Ex overseas, with the money give them one care

[Chorus]

What they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

I'm what they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

I'm what they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

Nobody- nobody to a nominee

Check, check

[Verse 3]

Been spliffing on the blunt

Twenty ten- ten, bad bitches in the cut

Cali Kush out in Aus, Ben Simmons with the Dunks

Converse with the All stars, someone get you chucks

Rolling with a gram of Bu

High with my wife, living life got a gram of Lou

Tryna' smash out, for a crash like a Bandicoot

Apples in the box, fourteen with the camera view

Used to hit the club with popped collar

Now I hit the surgeon for my woman, paying top dollar

Got a side girl, she a top scholar

Hit it from the back, while the bottom make the top holler

Still got a safe that I keep safe

Kanye West with the money for the petes sake

All the Kims looking slim, with the fleeked face

Worst off, tell her (?), it's her loss

Essentially none of yall are next to me

All these rappers never had the balls, y'all vasectomy

All you rappers all DM just to mention me

My spending spree cost me two million, check the record please

Girl got leg like a millipede, had her bugging out till the weed smoke killing me

Made another mill' like Billie Jean

Seven figures digits one year, what they gotta be

[Chorus]

What they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

I'm what they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

I'm what they gotta be

Went from a nobody to a nominee

Nobody- nobody to a nominee

Check- check