I'm a star now, can't believe I went and bought a car now
Diamonds here, they dance, you see me coming from far now
Louis V bag, the way we carry these bands
I see all these bad bitches turning in all my fans
And once I got the money, I split it down with my mans
Can't really know sucker niggas who posting up on the gram
I can't keep * these hoes all the time, I don't like that
Want me for my money, not my soul, yeah, that's life facts
Remember I was broke, them bitches, they never write back
And now they texting first, but I ain't never going right back, yeah, yeah
I was broke, so now I'ma go and cop me a Audemars
Just ran to check in and started * the baddest bros
This for the times I was stuck up in my place
And now I'm counting these racks, I'm running and out of chase
I did it, yeah, get it, we winning, all the money spinning
I took some losses, now a young nigga getting endorsements
Running around town on some Rick Ross bullshit
Big body bands, they loving the way we pulling up
Hanging on my mans, I promise you we don't give a *
Change, change, change, change, change, change, change
Yeah, I'll go round and let my chain swing
If I'm pulling up, then you know I'm with the gang
I can't get these hoes all the time, I don't like that
Want me for my money, not my soul, yeah, that's life facts
Remember I was broke, them bitches, they never write back
And now they texting first, but I ain't never going right back
I can't get these hoes all the time, I don't like that
Want me for my money, not my soul, yeah, that's life facts
Remember I was broke, them bitches, they never write back
And now they texting first, but I ain't never going right back
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I'm 18, I got big dreams
You see me making big moves
Moves on the big screen And I was dead broke, now I'm doin' big things
They see me ballin' like Jordan, I got six rings Gucci for designer, feelin' like a bad man
Black on black BM, I'm ridin' round like I'm Batman
It get tricky in my city, yeah, you know that I'm that man
Yeah, yeah
Y'all can't play me, I been feelin' like I'm wavy
Y'all can't slave me, all these labels gotta pay me
Ever since I got the money, I done ran out of time
I been grindin' for a while, cause the money in my mind
I can't keep fuckin' these hoes all the time, I don't like that
Want me for my money, not my soul, yeah, that's like facts
Remember, I was broke, them bitches, they never write back
And now they textin' first, but I ain't never gon' write back
I can't keep fuckin' these hoes all the time, I don't like that
Want me for my money, not my soul, yeah, that's like facts
Remember, I was broke, them bitches, they never write back
And now they textin' first, but I ain't never gon' write back
Yeah, yeah