(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Yeah

I'm tryna take off like a rocket ship
She told me, "Boy, put down that cup 'cause it's killin' me"
Got some advice from my doctor, bitch
I made a blueprint in this speed
My niggas it feels like my biggest accomplishment
I grew in the trenches, just boys in the hood
And I ride for my niggas like Monster did
You workin', I'm workin' too
Sunday, I'm cleanin' my dirty shoes
I took brodie clothes and I went to school
That money can't help you forget the truth
Just knock down your shots when you hit your move
Them bands in my pockets, got me switchin' moves
These niggas ain't right, so I diss his group
They tellin' me shit that I'm tellin' you
Just follow your gut, what I tell the youth
I went to the game with my chains on
Some shit I learned wish I never knew
That money machine my ringtone
You know how it is, you know how it get
Just make sure you're livin' with zero regrets
I looked in the mirror and couldn't notice myself
When my pockets was bulgin' and Polo my belt, for real

Kids scream, "Beamer" when I'm in these streets
Left wrist Picasso, masterpiece
Fremont Woods and it has to be
I know God got plans for me
No opp niggas like fans to me
Rap game still got bags for cheap
Your "Up," that's doin' bad to me
I don't flex bands, I'm stashin' these
Kids scream, "Beamer" when I'm in these streets
Left wrist Picasso, masterpiece
Fremont Woods and it has to be
I know God got plans for me
No opp niggas like fans to me
Rap game still got bags for cheap
Your "Up," that's doin' bad to me
I don't flex bands, I'm stashin' these

You workin', I'm workin' too
That bitch that you with just a fuck, she just works for food
I'm thirsty for purple juice
I can get sixty for Perkys, the thirty blue
I need me a turbo too
I'm blowin' on gas, my prices be raisin' like every day
Pimpin', made money off Mary J
Turn up the tracks in a figure eight
I had to visit my jeweler, he told me
I'm cooler than all of this ice in here
Man, my whole life been a movie
I traveled the world, I made sure the price was fair
Man, it's a dirty world, I'm keepin' it on me
They thought I had license to carry
You know it's pure in my heart, but my Phantoms be dark
It's startin' to bother my spirit
No cut shit, too raw for their ears
No cups on, I'ma switch 'em for diamonds
Time is money, this bitch tickin' thousands
Investin' in watches, ain't fuckin' with houses
I'm off G6 and two hoes in the shower
We on G6s, they over the clouds
First ho was sick but I'm over and out
I had to tell baby, you know what I got
You know where I come from
Ain't buyin' these tickets, these niggas be sellin'
I know they ain't done nothin'
You get it, just keep that shit to yourself
I'm keepin' it one hundred
Exclusive youngin, I'm tight with the bird
I'm feelin' like Young Money

You know what I mean (mean)

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Marcellus Register