[Hook:]
Things change when you grow up
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout, 'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite song was
'Get money, get money' Weight of the world on my shoulder
But I'm still gettin' colder, so keep it real
Like, on a comedy about who run rap
Cause L.A. is on top now and who run that?
I've been all facts, I base my sh** off that
But for sixty-five grand, y'all could switch my hat
To the Seahawks cause I'm always down for the money
And n***as always talkin' 'bout me when they strugglin'
I guess that's why my champagne always bubblin'
Two girls in the indoor pool out in London
At Dizzee Rascal flat, they sent my a** some cash
But all he do is rap, you want to hang out and relax?
Go shoppin' in Saks, hella bags in the back
And when I see her again, motherf**er, she next
I don't talk to her everyday, but we text
And when I throw that Biggie on, she don't even trip
I asked her to roll a joint and she don't even flinch
Dom K. is a pimp, you don't even need the blimp
I know you could tell I'm nasty, though my lyrics is cla**y
I'm not really that flashy, but I do like shrimp
Wit' some lemon bu*ter sauce and a cold white Zinf
Somebody to talk to and share a view like this
Cause I been rollin' fashions, at least them attraction
Got dressed up for me, I do appreciate that, woah
[Hook:]
Things change when you grow up
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout, 'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite song was
'Get money, get money' Weight of the world on my shoulder
But I'm still gettin' colder, so keep it real