[Hook]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)
[Verse 1: Los]
Uh, yeah, uh, okay
Shout out to my haters, waiters bring some shots of vodka
Here's a toast for every foe and all the things that tried to stop us
Blockers, knockers, now we park Impalas, hop out popping collars
"Damn Los, what you been up to homie?" "How bout clockin' dollars."
Shopping, copping, buying blinding diamond watches fly as pilots
Grinding, climbing, shining, dropping tops reclining, tires polished
Mileage low, gliding slow, seats way back, got tints on the ride
So fresh so clean, swag so high, fuck around leave footprints in the sky
I promise that, shorty holla back, she said "Gee, you be too fly."
Well I keep Gucci's on my feet because the G-You-See-Is-I
Get it? I did it, definitely better
I was climbing from the bottom, had to get my shit together
Now these bitches on my dick, because I'm finna get this cheddar
Middle finger to the critics, tell 'em pay a nigga better
But I'm mashin' in that Aston until I'm passing the red line
Flashbacks of my homies I lost to caskets and fed time
If you ain't help me out, I could give a fuck less
Revenge is sweet, I call it suc-cess
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)
[Verse 1: Los]
Uh, yeah, uh, okay
Shout out to my haters, waiters bring some shots of vodka
Here's a toast for every foe and all the things that tried to stop us
Blockers, knockers, now we park Impalas, hop out popping collars
"Damn Los, what you been up to homie?" "How bout clockin' dollars."
Shopping, copping, buying blinding diamond watches fly as pilots
Grinding, climbing, shining, dropping tops reclining, tires polished
Mileage low, gliding slow, seats way back, got tints on the ride
So fresh so clean, swag so high, fuck around leave footprints in the sky
I promise that, shorty holla back, she said "Gee, you be too fly."
Well I keep Gucci's on my feet because the G-You-See-Is-I
Get it? I did it, definitely better
I was climbing from the bottom, had to get my shit together
Now these bitches on my dick, because I'm finna get this cheddar
Middle finger to the critics, tell 'em pay a nigga better
But I'm mashin' in that Aston until I'm passing the red line
Flashbacks of my homies I lost to caskets and fed time
If you ain't help me out, I could give a fuck less
Revenge is sweet, I call it suc-cess
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