[Intro]
[Verse 1: J'sar]
We got these big money dreams baby
Yeah we clean but we grimy we ’a scheme crazy
If you thinking what we did wasn’t about the cream
When I get bored at home I catch a flight and change the scene
(Ay yo) women call me all the time
Are they lying when they tell me that I’m on their mind
At times, I wish I had the fucking time
To fuck these dimes you passed that up you out your fucking mind
Y’all don’t know a busy schedule
When they can’t get in touch with you what can they tell you
As if you know me first off who the hell are you
You telling me you’re well known I never knew
I been around all that money in duffle bags
C’ have it all still act like it ain’t enough to last
And when your make it rain stream dry up
We haven’t even started you looking retarded that nonsense
[Hook]
[Verse 2: J'sar]
We pour that champagne to celebrate
Parties in suites at lavish estates
J’sar smooth style
My whole crew livewires too wild
You don’t wanna start that
Don’t you dare get in the way of our cash
That be y’all ass on some train tracks
When the train pass that’s some brains smashed
I can make ‘em miss you it’s not an issue
Make a phone a call have you seeing ghost all day
Breakfast over we be proposing toast all day
To death of the fictitious most y’all fake
Its all real when Sar here Stone Cold face
Serious as a heart attack artery clog
And when you getting warm gasping
We in Aspen, hung over talking aspirin
[Verse 3: J'sar]
Virginitaliens, cock back you got that
Constructing millionaire plans wear your hard hat
New Era emblem Ric Flair mannerisms
Know some civilized guys that turned to animals in prison
Came home, its been a while, now they living wild
Meanwhile I’m in and out of town making business rounds
Told ‘em stay home we’ll be set one day
Show love cameos in my videos
Travel where I’m traveling follow the moves
I’m with E-manuel we are not here to lose
Connecting over ocean waters I show you progress
If you sick of seeing me win you will get nauseous
J’sar the author I offer words you nod to
Without a single opera singer in sight
This end is temporary rarely sober
On the road to riches there ain’t no pricks and dicks to pull me over