[Intro]
A different city every night right
And they be going so insane
I repping for my city right, right
So you should be happy that I came

[Hook]
We believe in, if you see me
I watch the skyline light up every evening
It’s like I’m dreaming baby, what I mean is
Most of y’all don’t know that
This my world, whoooa
This my world, whoooa
This my world, whoooa

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
I don’t worry ’bout paper I passed up
I focus on money my hands touch
If that right there don’t add up
I gotta let you know your math sucks
You don’t ever talk to a calculator
You don’t get caught with an ounce of paper
Every convo is about a favour
Had to get a mansion without the neighbours
I ain't meaning no bad chick
When I say they don’t have a dime
And I ain't meaning no Gold watch when I say “I don’t have the time”
My hustle is the reason I’m known to shine
It’s like I’m in my own World
Cause these boys out here pillow talking
And texting all my old girls
You call that your homegirl
I call that my dome girl
I call that my errr
I’m not home leave a message after the tone girl
I go to places they rap about
But girls only love you cause the cash you got
See all these hoes is chasing stars
Growing up to be cashtronauts
Can’t be mad, I asked for it
Living life in that airport
Y’all ain't even get off the ground
Y’all stuck in that chair-port
I know they wanna see my cash short
But only thing I ask Lord
Is please don’t let me run out of nothing but pages in my passport
And I know
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