Give me my money, man, why else would a n***a be grinding?
I’m for them diamonds, dog, how else could a n***a be shining?
I’m glowing, knowing that the flow intact,
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first mil I’m blowing that
Now, like f** it I know I’ll grow it back, sh**, it’s nothing,
Funny how blacks spend their money on mad sh** for stuntin
But sh**, that’s all we know man, thats how a n***as raised
You learn bout two things: getting p**y, getting paid
And you should be gettin laid by the time you in ninth grade,
So n***as lying on they dick and hoes giving nice brain, yea.
In cla** dreamin bout having these nice things
And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin
But them whites ain’t
I brush it off like, “f** it, it’s motivation,”
Some n***as gotta walk through life, some n***as roller skating
Some n***as bypa**ing steps, some n***as chose to take ‘em
And for that fortune, man, some n***as sold their soul to Satan,
But f** it man, I ain’t hatin, I gotta go for mines.
My little God-sister pregnant now, I put in overtime,
On my grind, yea, just like the n***a making Fortunes,
I’m focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I’m tryna get my Oprah on
These hoes is crying cuz I won’t pay ‘em attention,
Time is money, b**h, and a n***a payin tuition,
Real n***as hustle by using their intuition,
While these fake n***as ain’t into doing, they into wishin,
Til I’m rich, ain’t no reason to settle n***a,
It's greed that make a n***a wink at the devil to get that cheese,
You n***as couldn’t think at my level, even with trees,
You couldn’t get this deep with a shovel, now n***a, please,
I’m chasing G’s tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze,
Sick sh**, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves.
Ease to the top and I’m not finna leave til I’m hot,
But my watch gotta breeze, a south n***a,
Boy, I’m shining without the diamonds in my mouth,
Out grindin while you reclining on your couch,
I’m climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt,
My n***as riding is devout, so talking violence out yo mouth,
And you gonna find what I’m about, n***a
Far from a slouch, n***a, I ain’t gonna parlé with y’all,
I’ll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher,
but check, them checks is all a n***a thinking,
For them Presidents, I’ll treat a n***a like Lincoln