[Verse 1]

And if it don't obtain no money then holler clown

I'm rich, my flight, you know my style

Any time I blink I swear I see dollar signs

I'm a self made nigga, you know my kind

Hope my girl keep it trill and stay real when I'm not around

Cause we are all we got so hold it down

Uh, and it's tre-first till I die man

And it's still mother fuck that other side man

And I still got my eyes on that prize and that money on my mind with a bad bitch in my ride man

And I'm still train smoking on that loud man

And I wrote this in my section eight housing

From a spot with drugs, cops, and robbers

From a goose egg, to a hundred, to some thousands

And I'm steady brainstorming, plotting

Uh, hopped off the porch like what's popping, nigga

[Hook]

From sun down to sun up, I'm plotting on my come up

You know, you know

From sun down to sun up, I'm plotting on my come up, oh

You know

From sun down to sun up, I'm plotting on my come up

You know, you know

From sun down to sun up, I'm plotting on my, oh

[Verse 2]

Cough up a lung, where the fuck I come from

No loot will make a nigga go nuts

It's a dog eat dog world, a pussy will get fucked

Making money in the rush definitely gave me a rush, nigga

I've been grinding since Diddy was named Puff, nigga

I'm just a little nigga who's doing shit deluxe

Not that I give a fuck but what's the love nigga

And these thirsty ass bitches on the hunt

But still ain't nothing without ? nigga

Mama want a winner not no runner up

So fuck an up coming, I'm coming up, nigga

And I'd be selfish not to give them what they want

Uh, shit but still I can't front, fuck, cause I ain't done much

But travel the world on our tour bus in two months

I'm just a young nigga who's trying to come the fuck up

What the fuck

[Hook]