[Produced by Iyeball]

[Verse 1]

Yea

It's funny how one co-sign could fuck up the game

I'm runnin' only broke rappers askin' for change

And this industry niggas talent, you can keep the changes

Shit, more things change the more they stay same

Now if you brake a dollar, still money ain't it

I'ma be honest, Always want to be famous

Hell, that was then, damn, this is now

Shit, i need money, fuck, i need it now

I need my credit card to make sound if it hit the ground

I need my credit card to weigh more that my plastic now

Talkin' big money shit, if ?forty carica mos?

Pissing that dom p champagne wishes never get old

Oh, you ain't know? it take money to make money

Case in point, they higher workers to print money

Proven point, I'm high of life while my niggas rollin' joints

Uh, I should brake my cousin out of the jail

You couldn't carry your brother's casket know it's hurt

I wish I had a better relationship with you both

But we was all lost, i know you got it worse

I remember stealin' earrings from my aunt's purse

Givin' them to the girl at school, what a jerk

Where I'm from, I couldn't wish started had it with down

Stick up kids at the four pounders, tell'em take it of now, wow

[Hook]

It's the bottle poppin', niggas flockin'

Hoes jockin', double RL rockin', My only option

Cops want pop nd lock us for break dancin'

Ugly friends cock-block us we're too handsome

Girls take me back to the crib hold me for ransom

Hands down, no question, i'm the answer

Grand Ma, she still tell me to pull my pants up

I put my own weight, but this bar, shit is a chin up

Foreign cars, foreign broads, with no flaws, no bra, she a penny with no draws

I'm just showin' off, gimmie credit, i want it all

When my time come, rolex and audemars

If i ?merdos?, [?], you should be apalled, yea uh

[Verse 2]

I need a gold money clique, gold fronts

Bros go rollies, i swear thats all i want

Got a billion dollars on me, a hundred Thousand women

I drove every car, we're in building now i'm tenant

I exaggerated it a little, out of town you get the window

Car service serves limbos, why it's just my ammo

And you gotta know the password, even with the peep hole

I'm never outta pocket paymenting on these hoes

I don't wanna be misogynistic, objectify women

From my sister, i'm tryin' to remain considerate

Uh, but damn some of these women yea

I know it's men that much different

But that's just the way love goes

And it is what it is ho, you can't turn apple in to a cantaloupe

[Hook]