[Verse 1]

I've handed out two hundred thousand dollars

To my family and my friends

Don't tell me I don't care

I put in work, free time is rare

I know my worth, my food is shared

If you saw dirt, then you'll be there

To see the perks of millionaires

I distribute inspiration for the low

I treat you how you treat yourself, you just a ho

I took a break from you I'm seeing shit clearly now

Bitch I'm me, I can never let you near me now

I'm in Europe with my family crossing country like a track star

My wallet is a Travelex with a black card

I been doin' this, I been true to this

I been producing my career and Bugus'

I remember when my life wasn't like this

But I always saw this all coming, bitch I'm psychic

I remember always dropping beats and gettin' 10 plays

10 year flashbacks are feeling like 10 days

Damn, my numbers raised quick

They used to treat me like a little what-his-name and shit

I can't fuck the same chick for too long, I need options

Unless she put a spell on me like Emma Watson

I'm out in Auckland fucking with the kiwis

I got a barber in New York call him Tiki

I got a couple bitches down by Peachtree

Tell 'em read the writing on the wall like graffiti

I be sellin' out two in the same night

I came a long way, I used to have stage fright

That was back when me and Bu' was doin' college shows

Up in UGA gettin' paid next to nada though

Six deep in the Volvo or the Avalon

We was smokin' cookie but we do not fuck with Tagalongs

Everybody pulls their weight in the huddle

Bitches thinkin' they're unique

Because they say my name is Russell, whoa

You didn't want me 'til I got poppin'

Which means you probably wouldn't want me if I stop poppin'

Gettin' mailbox money, like assists from John Stockton

'Bout to dream in Prada like assist from John Ogden

Travel non-stop and it's city, new city

Same day-one's ain't got no one new with me, uh

Couple new women I been adding to the roster

Couple new digits they been adding to the offers

Rap's new father got a few more kids

Broke rappers you should learn what a Tunecore is

I got a catalog that's more vast than the ocean

I'm good everywhere, I got a pass like I'm open

I'm grabbing the Golden Globe for the road

And I'm playing in my movie that I filmed myself

If your girl feels me it's 'cause I feel myself

If I woke up as you, I would kill myself (Laughs)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Less rushin' more trustin' in the process

I'm screaming out "Less pussy, more progress"

You should talk less and do more homie

You were hot and now you real lukewarm homie

These are new times, you can see my 2 eyes

And tell that I was born to be different, I'm in Dubai

And I'm like 16 deep, that's what you get

When you paint 16's over 16 beats for like 16 weeks

In a row, times 6

That's like 96 songs

If you don't know my shit

I'ma question if you even follow hip hop

You probably follow magazines and what they think's hot

Dick-riders, politicians in plain clothes

Everyone in rap use the same beat and same flow

Uh, you're asleep, but your city's awake

"Hate It or Love it" is what I'm bumpin', makin' 50 a state

Plus the buzz gettin' bigger than 50 estate

Private jet coast to coast cost me 50 a way, whoa

Haters lookin' for some validation

I know you mad 'cause my life is your imagination

What's that?

Women in bundles every city that I move through

I bring in more money for your city than you do

The money's cool but the life is more glorious

I came in clutch for my family, Robert Horry shit

I hope the people take the time to read my story

It's a real page turner

Bob Seger I need 40 hits before I turn 30, uh

That's a goal of mine

A 2 hour sing along, damn, that's a show of mine

I know the grind, I know myself, that's why you know me, uh

I got it jumpin' in Australia like a joey, uh

Just havin' talent ain't enough to succeed

'Cause self-belief beats talent when talent fails to believe

That's how I did it, that's my advice if I had to give it

This is confidence, consistency and intrinsic

Motivation to be great, one-uppin' myself

No one made me a plate, I made somethin' myself

Man I fuck with myself, I don't give a fuck what you think, uh

I'm the one, I don't do the number two thing

Or three thing or four thing

Everything I say is newsworthy keep reporting

Everything I wear is camera worthy keep recording

I don't chase money, I am not JP Morgan

Flex I'm up here, it's really really important

Haha

[Verse 3]

Ridin' round with all these bands like a tour bus

I'm pullin' in a couple million every four months

People want to see you get it 'til you get it

Then you talk 'bout how you got it, then the same ones get offended

Make your mind up, are you a hater or supporter?

You either love to see me shine or you don't, no kinda sorta

My employee is myself, this is boss talk

They hang my pictures 'round the city, like a lost dog

I'm in the UAE, fuck currency exchange, I got USD

I make your bitch tapout like UFC

Muhfucker I'm the plug like USB

I keep a couple Trojans on me like USC

I'm way bigger than my body like a 2X tee

And I don't text you first, bitch you text me

I am not the one for you to try and U-S-E

I'm Jordan before the bullshit like UNC

Bringing hits from Atlanta like "who's Greg Street?"

Half a billion spins later, I'm the new Greg Street, whoa

We 'gon let it lie

[Verse 4]

I'm doing everything I told you I would

Fuck you if you didn't believe until I showed you I could

'Cause now it's too late, everyday I'm in a new state

The boss is supposed to eat, who cares

Show me what your crew makes 'cause

Milan just put some diamonds in his Presi' though

I wanted this at seventeen I wasn't ready though

Shout out the universe for knowing more than I do, uh

Shout out the moms who were hoein' back in high school

That's condescending in case you didn't catch the tone, uh

Passin' tests, yes, I'm weaving past the cones

Watch me parallel park in the top spot

Before I popped, all the ladies been gaga

This ain't the peak but I'm proud I made it this high up

Went platinum with no samples, just synthesizers

And some drums too, I'm the one-two

I'm the reason that your boyfriend rocks a bun too

And there go sauce, let me drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Got an album will it hit, hit, hit, hit, hit

Little sauce, let me drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Got an album full of hit, hit, let me tell you somethin', uh

They love you more when you coming up

The strugg- I'm done hahaha

[Outro]

Platinum before the album, I predicted this

A lot of money, I provisioned it