Ah yeah, ah yeah
All summer and all winter nigga
We takin' spring off though, hit Hawaii
Find some bad bitches who say they like me, even if they don't
Fuck it
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Why's it always get darkest before it's light out?
A few missteps, and ya' whole career white-out
Now I'm only fuckin' bitches with a wide mouth
Tryna cuss more, 'cas I'm sure it's what my wife 'bout, I
Need me a real raunchy chick to match my energy
I'll cook, you clean the dishes, baby that's synergy
When the kids start yelling, at him or me?
Talk to your moms like that, I'll see you at the spelling bee
There I go again
Weed, bet it's blowin' in
Greed, so opposed to him
Tryna cross my team, is Billie Jean n' Coach Carter's twin
Can't be done
Probably spin a few heads that, can't be rung
Leaving every beat dead, 'til it can't be sung
Magic Johnson in the 4th, when it can't be won
Just ya' unsung hero
Started with a few dreams, a couple million zeros
I finally found the one
Now I'm filthy rich, itch me sick
So much drip, my flu was sick
Flip the switch, pixie sticks
I can't be sprung
Put myself in a cage, 'cas I can't be stunned
Over watching y'all try, so I can't be done
Been screwed over by my pride, so it can't be love
Y'all Mufasa to my Simba, nah this can't be us
I'm the king of my life
A prophet until I died, heart beating, meant inside
A pisces against the tide
You like me, but not my shine
You hate me, but never tried
I'm your lack of confidence but in disguise
I'm tryna make y'all believe, so I can't be shunned
Besides you'd listen if this all there ever was
I'm tryna make y'all believe, can't be this dumb
It takes regret to find out who you will become
I'm tryna make y'all see, all it takes is love
A dollar, dreams, n' a team to lift you up
It started with a dollar n' a dream
Fixing old impalas for the cream, on my knees bitch
It started with a dollar and a dream
Now I'm whipping six speeds, feeling like a fucking genius
It started with a dollar and a dream
(Started with a dollar and a dream) fixing old impalas for the cream, on my knees bitch
Started with a dollar and a dream
(It started with a dollar and a dream) now I'm whipping six speeds, feeling like a fucking genius
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It ain't nothing for a G from the Westside
It's why I always keep my heat by my bedside
And don't be mad 'cas I left her out at Bedstock
And don't be mad 'cas I left her in her wedding dress
Nah I must confess, I'm the best
And you know I'm never doing this unless
Imma get every single fucking check
And imma put it at yo' neck nigga
I only want a half mil if you're gonna put it on my head nigga
Let her run until her dreads getting pulled
And you know I'm feeling full
And you know I'm
Leave y'all all dead, I don't care about what I said
I gotta leave y'all with regret, if that's all that's left
And imma get my respect
And imma give it all back, til the kids is what's left
Until the kids see they shine
'Til the kings n' queens shine
I don't care, I'm on my grind
Y'all niggaz can get in line
And that's exactly how I feel, don't be mad 'cas the kid is too real
(Hah)
Give it back, that's exactly how I feel
Don't be mad 'cas the kid is too real
While I peel her skin back, you can't feel that
You can't feel the heat
Now I'm putting all the haters straight to sleep, while they creep
They can't come at me, they can't get that shit
They don't want the luxury, they can't get it
So nigga let me spit it again
It started with a dollar n' a dream
Fixing old impalas for the cream, on my knees bitch
It started with a dollar and a dream
Now I'm whipping six speeds, feeling like a fucking genius
It started with a dollar and a dream
(Started with a dollar and a dream) Fixing old impalas for the cream, on my knees bitch
Started with a dollar and a dream
(It started with a dollar and a dream) now I'm whipping six speeds, feeling like a fucking genius
Make money, make, make, make money
And take money, take, take, take money
Make money, make, make, make money
And take money, and this shit fuckin' funny how
All these haters love me, but they say that they don't
And I don't care, 'cas I know that they won't
Funny how, how they say that they won't
But it's fine, 'cas I know that they do
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(Make money, make, make, make money)
(And take money, take, take, take money)