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Eight months ago, I think I had
$50 in my bank account
Now my money coming in like 45 ways
Do I need my passport if I'm on a private plane?
Okay, used to worry bout the things you say
Now I only worry about the wire transfer to my bank
If I'm honest, I fucking started
On the day when you broke my heart and let me go
If I'm honest, I fucking love the fact
That you ain't got no control on me
Do you see me making moolah? aye
Big dog got bark, aye
Shine my teeth in your face
Baked beans looking mean on the plate (okay Grandma)
Purpose ain't about the perfect package
Purpose is to pass it off on purpose
Cause the magic is what happens after
Young boy in his prime, huh? yeah
Goofball but I'm trying, huh? yeah
Got my nail done and my hair done
And I don't fear no man, no man
I'ma swing my sword like I'm Conan
I'm a warrior, warrior, telling you the story of
How we got rich
When the moolah deep up in my pocket
Became the topic, boy, stop it
How you talking crazy in the mosh pit, mosh pit
Now my money coming in like 45 ways
Do I need my passport if I'm on a private plane? Okay
Used to worry bout the things you say
Now I only worry about the wire transfer to my bank
If I'm honest, I fucking started
On the day when you broke my heart and let me go
If I'm honest, I fucking love the fact
That you ain't got no control on me
Ah silly me, silly me for thinking you were into me
Now you're not in my vicinity
Bitch, you gave your whole heart to me
Where the fuck did that shit go?
I mean, shit, nevermind, I don't even wanna know
I ain't worried about my flaws and I don't care about em' no more
I don't talk to that lil hoe I burnt that bridge a long time ago
I've been selling out in Dallas, I've been selling out in New York
Having to brush off all these hoes is starting to feel like a chore