Yeah (Yeah)
I left my mama crib when I was fifteen
With big plans and big dreams (Big dreams)
Slept on floors 'til I made me some dough
And everything I learnt along the way is history (History)
As a child, I got hooked on drugs
Hooked on showin' the hood love
Got hooked on drums, ain't no tom drum
Dad was a deadbeat
Stepdad nearly beat mom dead, to get his ass is a necessity
When I see him, its gon' be a stampede
Shoot him in his back, put the streets in a frenzy
This my plan A, only bitches do plan B's
Pray to God, let's get this money with melodies
I changed my ways, I'm sober now
Octobers getting colder now
Bitches get bigger lips like a swollen mouth
I'ma make it all work out
I need my bread and the crumbs
I need my foreigns loud, mm
Is you with me or what?
Can you feel me? Can you tell what is what?
Can you tell that I ain't makin' this up?
Can you see it in my eyes? I already seen enough
And if you hate me, so what?
I got a baddie that can't wait to get touched
Already know enough people that are fakin' their love
So you don't worry me at all
We count bands 'til the sun is up, laugh 'til the sun is up
Go to sleep only when the sun is up
In a Benz 'til the sun is up, faster than everyone
Got money on my mind
We count bands 'til the sun is up, laugh 'til the sun is up
Go to sleep only when the sun is up
In a Benz 'til the sun is up, faster than everyone
Got money on my mind
We count bands 'til the sun is up, laugh 'til the sun is up
Go to sleep only when the sun is up
In a Benz 'til the sun is up, faster than everyone
Got money on my mind
We count bands 'til the sun is up, laugh 'til the sun is up
Go to sleep only when the sun is up
In a Benz 'til the sun is up, faster than everyone
Got money on my mind