[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, uh
Put a couple M’s inside my bank and I'm gon' still hustle
Richest in the room but you wouldn’t think it, I'm just real humble
You could feed a nigga off your plate, but that won’t kill hunger
Grew up gettin' my own with no complaints since I was a lil' younger
All odds against me, never mattered, it’s gon' take more
Come to me, no fucks about some status, I want bankrolls
I ain’t flexin' bitches these niggas could have em I don’t chase hoes
(Bitch can’t do none for me for real)
Lose some, make more
Take a couple steps inside my shoes, you would hate those
You ain’t true if you break codes, let’s see who got it in 'em
Come from broken pockets, couldn’t even buy the cheapest dollar denim
Now he prayin', God forgive 'em
Way the star life got 'em sinning
Round some niggas that put faces on a shirt like they make clothes
Show you how to make it out the dirt, I’m talkin' gravestones
Niggas ain’t believe in me at first, I had to take over
[Interlude]
I just know this grind won’t fail that’s fasho
I just know that time gon' tell that bitch know
[Verse 2]
Pull in paper any state and I ain’t talkin' shows
Still gone break the bank and make it safe, every time we hit that road
Ridin' down the six sideways, I'm moving slow
Swang this Benz on every corner, I might put this bitch on bows
Plant a money tree, this my shade, reap what you sow
Second million ain’t feel different, I done did this shit before
Uh, yeah, uh
Put a couple M’s inside my bank and I'm gon' still hustle
Richest in the room but you wouldn’t think it, I'm just real humble
You could feed a nigga off your plate, but that won’t kill hunger
Grew up gettin' my own with no complaints since I was a lil' younger
All odds against me, never mattered, it’s gon' take more
Come to me, no fucks about some status, I want bankrolls
I ain’t flexin' bitches these niggas could have em I don’t chase hoes
(Bitch can’t do none for me for real)
Lose some, make more
Take a couple steps inside my shoes, you would hate those
You ain’t true if you break codes, let’s see who got it in 'em
Come from broken pockets, couldn’t even buy the cheapest dollar denim
Now he prayin', God forgive 'em
Way the star life got 'em sinning
Round some niggas that put faces on a shirt like they make clothes
Show you how to make it out the dirt, I’m talkin' gravestones
Niggas ain’t believe in me at first, I had to take over
[Interlude]
I just know this grind won’t fail that’s fasho
I just know that time gon' tell that bitch know
[Verse 2]
Pull in paper any state and I ain’t talkin' shows
Still gone break the bank and make it safe, every time we hit that road
Ridin' down the six sideways, I'm moving slow
Swang this Benz on every corner, I might put this bitch on bows
Plant a money tree, this my shade, reap what you sow
Second million ain’t feel different, I done did this shit before
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