Started small with nothing
Now I got it all
I still want more
Who say I can't have that too?
You feel me?

Foot on the gas, both hands on the steering wheel
Jumped in the game, 'cause I know it's real
Heard it'll change you, I know it will
Gatting still, we made it over the hill
Being broke, I know how it feel
All about a dollar bill
And seeing my son grow up
See, they ain't know what they focus was
That's when I see my lane open up
Drinking champagne on boats
So drunk that I'll probably spend a month sober
Little more famous but a lot older
Been through situations, niggas acting bipolar
You don't always keep it real with me, I don't know ya
Say they got good intentions, but they not even close
Say they got sick of whips, but I'm driving the most
Nigga I be on my shit, you ain't gotta provoke me
Fuck you talking 'bout?

You know it ain't like it was before
I know it feel like I've been here before
We know that it's all about the dough
What that mean
If it ain't, we out the door
Hit the bank and I'm counting more
I know to the top's where we can go
You know that it's all about the dough
What that mean
If it ain't we out the door

All I know is I been
here before, blew that smoke in the air before
Smells like dope in the airport
I'm the one that they're cheering for
Lotta kush smoke, that's what they preparing for
Gave you solid shit before, now you hearing more
Seeing my niggas on to that's what I stand for
And only money conversations what I care for
And any time you eat, just know you gotta share yours
Them niggas out to get you
Claimin' they down, shit change when you turn around
So it's no love for 'em
it's only papers when i roll up
Focus on the money not and not later, ain't got the time to play
Thirteen cars in the driveway
God tellin' me to keep goin'
One foot on the gas, two hands when I'm rollin'
Ay, watchu doin' nigga?
Getting mine and staying focused

You know it ain't like it was before
I know I feel like I've been here before
We know that it's all about the dough
What that mean
If it ain't we out the door
Hit the bank and I'm counting more
I know to the top's where we can go
You know that it's all about the dough
What that mean
If it ain't we out the door

So you really need all those?
That's how much you gon' smoke?

Copyright: Missing Link Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Cameron Thomaz, RMB Justize