Dom Kennedy - Thank You, Biggie lyrics

[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