[Intro]

(Al Geno on the track)

[Chorus: Luh Tyler]

Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling

Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions

We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling

Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling

Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions

We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling

Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]

I done turned into a star, remember when thеy doubted me

Now we up thеre at the top, I know moms lookin' proud at me

When shit get rough, you gotta keep on grindin', that's just how it be

Man, this shit, it came at the perfect timing, know them niggas see

Yeah, nigga know we can't cheat

Man, my nigga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three

Nigga, I'ma make 'em mad and drop them diamonds, they gon' freeze

Nigga snap on beats, we eat

I guess that rappin' in my genes

[Chorus: Luh Tyler]

Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling

Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions

We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling

Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling

Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions

We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling

Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

[Post-Chorus: NoCap]

Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business

Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention

We was just servin' fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton

I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't do no conversatin'

Remember days in public housin', now we flyin' private

Packin' everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden

All my nigga in the pen', but I still make deposits

I cut the lean off, been havin' withdrawals for weeks

[Verse 2: NoCap]

Been tryna buy love, make sure I keep all the receipts

I can get him touched, ain't talkin' pedophile, we creep

Lambos and 'Rari Vs, just know that shit we need for speed

Bro sold that dog food and I ain't never seen him breed

Stick up in the box'll send 'em down below

Blew up, now I see what you around me for

You who I want, but girl, don't never think I need you

Pull up i8, go ask the hood, I'm the one feed 'em

But they say I been actin' funny since I got on

Luh Tyler, do you want this ho? My nigga, I don't (Al Geno on the track)

Got dream to go buy a island, I'm playin' blind

My bitch, she top tier, but blowin' up my phone cryin'

[Chorus: Luh Tyler]

Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling

Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions

We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling

Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

[Post-Chorus: NoCap]

Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business

Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention

We was just servin' fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton

I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't do no conversatin'

Remember days in public housin', now we flyin' private

Packin' everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden

All my nigga in the pen', but I still make deposits

I cut the lean off, been havin' withdrawals for weeks