[Intro]
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Feelin'— You woke up feelin' way better, way better than the day you did before
Whole—Whole— You got the whole world in the palm of your hands, you haven't let it go
Nard & B
It's DJ C-Money in this motherfucker, La Familia
Freeband Gang (Yeah-yeah), we global now, whoo-whoo (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Got my T-Shirt game crazy (Yeah-yeah), I'm goin' money-crazy (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
All this money confiscatin' (Yeah-yeah), ain't no imitatin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
All it took was some patience (Yeah-yeah), niggas still hatin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Mo' money and mo' problems (Yeah-yeah), ain't no imitatin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Glock .40, lemon squeeze (Yeah-yeah), why you better tote it (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Strippers, money, weed (Yeah-yeah), Young Future, I promote it (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Like, when I was sellin' rocks (Yeah-yeah), nigga, I'm still hungry (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Quarter million (Yeah-yeah), all hundreds, got 'em all on me (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Hell ya, 'bout that lifestyle (Yeah-yeah), Pradas on me right now (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Had to pay my lawyer off (Yeah-yeah), 'cause, nigga, I don't do trial (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Bitches, I don't do trial (Yeah-yeah), you can keep your comments (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
I be gettin' this money (Yeah-yeah), 'bout to fuckin vomit (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
.30 on my stomach (Yeah-yeah), tell me, how bad do you want it? (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Prada's what I'm rockin' (Yeah-yeah), Alexander got me cocky (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
All that damn finessin' (Yeah-yeah), and I took off like the Jetsons (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
All that damn stressin' (Yeah-yeah), and a nigga start progressin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Uh
Feelin'— You woke up feelin' way better, way better than the day you did before
Whole—Whole— You got the whole world in the palm of your hands, you haven't let it go
Nard & B
It's DJ C-Money in this motherfucker, La Familia
Freeband Gang (Yeah-yeah), we global now, whoo-whoo (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Got my T-Shirt game crazy (Yeah-yeah), I'm goin' money-crazy (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
All this money confiscatin' (Yeah-yeah), ain't no imitatin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
All it took was some patience (Yeah-yeah), niggas still hatin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Mo' money and mo' problems (Yeah-yeah), ain't no imitatin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Glock .40, lemon squeeze (Yeah-yeah), why you better tote it (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Strippers, money, weed (Yeah-yeah), Young Future, I promote it (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Like, when I was sellin' rocks (Yeah-yeah), nigga, I'm still hungry (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Quarter million (Yeah-yeah), all hundreds, got 'em all on me (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Hell ya, 'bout that lifestyle (Yeah-yeah), Pradas on me right now (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Had to pay my lawyer off (Yeah-yeah), 'cause, nigga, I don't do trial (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Bitches, I don't do trial (Yeah-yeah), you can keep your comments (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
I be gettin' this money (Yeah-yeah), 'bout to fuckin vomit (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
.30 on my stomach (Yeah-yeah), tell me, how bad do you want it? (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Prada's what I'm rockin' (Yeah-yeah), Alexander got me cocky (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
All that damn finessin' (Yeah-yeah), and I took off like the Jetsons (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
All that damn stressin' (Yeah-yeah), and a nigga start progressin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
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