Lyrics
(Ok, ok)
(Yuh)
I got some shit on my mind
Trynna figure out how to tell ya
Working every day, I won't fail ya
I be all around the world & I'm still trynna get this paper for us
We in a penthouse suite, we ain't in a rush
Whatever I say, whatever I do it's finna get done
Broke her back right by that water (that water)
Having cash money, Dwayne Carter (Dwayne Carter)
I'm the type nigga to fuck on your mamma, your daughter, but I'm not ya father
She call me daddy, yuh (yuh)
She like expensive stuff (yuh)
It ain't never enough (nah)
It ain't too many to do this
We the ones setting this shit off gone pop it
Next to my name got some profit
I'm wit the members right now, if you try one of us we gone cross 'em off proper
Red, huh, cup, double cup, red
She do no talking, go straight to the head
Been 'bout my business, they know how I play it
Draft! Yuh
Ima count it, count it, count it, count it, count it
'Til my fingers bleed, Ima chase & get whatever I need
Forever reaching my fantasy Ima be that nigga who I planned to be
For real though, a hero draft don't fuck wit deez weirdos
Lame ass nigga trynna be round us, but they can't
They ain't got no rank
Fuck what they think, wire that shit to my bank
I almost thought about you for a second, I'm back on my money my gang
I been laid back, but I'm on a mission
Money on my mind like I'm Wayne Carter
Two you bitches finna wrap the truck know it's up when they see me
Dog ass nigga going fed like I'm Mike V
Walked up in the spot know I'm geeked ain't no might be
It's fans in that mufucka yea more than likely
We got fins in this mu'fucka dove in at nine feet
Plus one what my bitch is criteria meet
I ain't never had no wish list, but I made it true
My bitch get lonely, so I bought her ass a yorkie poo
Big ass Chanel bag & that bitch baby blue
Penthouse Miami suite know it got a ocean view
When we hit the strip club, get to thumbing through bills
Flying we gone make it jump like we caught a boost
Rocking all white, but that don't mean we gone call a truce
Back to back whips pulling up like the fucking troops
Niggas acting like they be rich but where the fucking proof
Talking all that mu'fucking shit, I need to see it to
You got ya homies clothes on so how you being you
Draft day ring side while you watching PPV
Popped up in yo' city, so you know they had paid to view me
Got some vibes up in the section they ready to screw me
We got ties in any section, my dog be moving
He done caught a ... & he went up on the run
Then people tried to catch, but they damn sure couldn't find the
Oh, you trynna steal swag you want be my son
It's only one first pick, bitch I'm number one
Double cup misfit we gone sip some shit
I been up all night trynna get mo' rich
And the energy different you can feel the shift
Put it in sport plus, I've done switched the gear, huh
I been riding wit the year ain't no fear up in my heart
Had showed 'em that I'm serious, I done told 'em
I done told 'em, nigga
Let them bills fly, nigga