You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could

I make money off of bein' myself Get a glimpse of my potential when I believe in myself It's gettin' harder to tell the difference between reality and dreams The lines keep blurrin' like I'm drivin' half asleep I'm invitin' you to see who's next up in

The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour

I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead I don't wanna be you I wanna make a lot of money But I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna get a real job It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do

Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I invest that in some buildings, uh Look at my money, it tripled, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for

But I'm so high, its sober I know my mind is sober I Know my mind is sober And I want it ? Motherfuckers wanna get famous Bust guns and get dangerous (dangerous) Daddy graduated from Cambridge Money talks in every language Real recognize that stainless

Or take over Take my hand Take my hand you Will you realize when I'm gone That I dance to a different song Money rains from the sky above But keep the change 'cause I've got enough A little time and some tenderness

I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna You can't talk to me about that good or bad karma Don't don't really care 'bout you Don't don't wanna hear

It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch If we ever go broke girl, then time is all we got No more Mr. Nice Guy, hello Mr. Nice Watch They say time is money but really it's not And you can't make that back, no you can't make that back So let's ball while