[Intro]
Let me try this
Uh, Yeah
Money coming soon
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Omen what up n***a?
Yea n***aaaa, yea, uh
[Verse 1]
Gimmie my money, man, why else would a n***a be grinding? (right)
Out for them diamonds, dog, how else could a n***a be shining?(true)
I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that! (haha)
Like f** it I know I'll grow it back, sh**, it's nothing
Funny how blacks spend dough on mad sh** for stuntin,'(yea)
But sh**, that's all we know man, thats how a n***as raised (true)
You learn bout two things: getting p**y, getting paid. (uh)
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, (uh)
And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin'
But them whites ain't. (hmmm)
I brush it off like, "f** it, it's motivation,"(yea)
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. (yea)
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 Folgers
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, (nah)
Time is money, b**h, and a n***a payin tuition, (ahaha)
Real n***as hustle by using their intuition, (yup)
While these fake n***as ain't into doing, they into wishin,'
Yeah
Uh
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm talking Benjamins, n***a
Grants n***a
From Washingtons, man
Tired of those
Yeah!
[Verse 2]
Till I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle n***a
Its 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 till 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