Intro:

Let em all talk

Verse:

Being born broke was the worst thing that happened to me

I'd never lie about it

I hate every word that these niggas rap on a beat

They always rhyme about it

Talking about paper

How they bank accounts got raised to just hit the club and get the roof raised up

Blow three racks on a stripper then make the three racks back with a verse that they laid bruh

Nigga what?

Blow a rack on the watch yall getting?

Last year you was on the block, all steady moving rocks, yall petty

How you forgot already?

You know what I'd do just to hold the cheddar?

But Cole gon say being broke was better

And don't get me wrong, I love Love Yourz

But it's easy to forget when you just run tours

I can't make payments for college

But if I can't pay, then I'll never make cake cause the dollars only follow a degree

In a system where your school is not just for free

Cause if you don't make 8k, it's nada

And you back just to the mob on the streets

And then nobody tryna give you a job

Talking about "You should've got a college degree"

My girl no longer at college with me

All cause she didn't have the paper

And 8 years later there's still rich kids here switching to their 6th freaking major

I hate rich niggas

Not some of em, all em

We say "Money over all," it appalls em

And I hate rappers, mo money mo problems?

I got 99 & money could solve all em

Hook

I wish I was rich

God I wish I was rich

I ain't never been rich

But if you went broke, I bet your whole perspective would switch

I wish I was rich

Yo, stop telling me money can't buy you happiness

"I'd rather have love than money"

I don't have either

Yeah

Verse 2

They say money is the root of all evil

It can't buy happiness, preacher?

But guess what, if it's a cost on it

I can't afford happiness either

But I'd rather try that than this

Wondering what'll happen next

Sleeping on a broken matteress

A nigga robbed us, all he took was CD's & a DVD player cause it wasn't no cash in this house we in

And 10 in my bank account

And college just made it all worse, school made it all hurt

Now all I can think about is maybe one run up

Could lead to a come up

And then permanently put the gun up

I'm awake till the sun up

Go to a job that I hate then get back to class

Somebody please tell me what's the odds making it as a rapper

With a fallback as an actor

Or law school, just in case it ain't working out, becomes something I pursue after

Cause no money means no time

Got 4 years, no breaks, world rotates & my own fear

Keeps me awake while my suitemates sleep wait

Oh yeah, I'm outta control here

I'm hesitating

There's so few chances in entertainment that the rest are chasing

If hip hop dies with no respiration

We all stuck dead in place & we can't make ends

Lost, high seas will adjust to break it

Never might see all the stuff we praising

So many try & fail

I might not be naive enough to make it

Hook

Refrain:

Daisy

I saw you in a daydream

Look how crazy you make me

You're so awful

(I) want you

Want you, Daisy

I saw you in a daydream

Look how crazy you make me