[Intro] Lets go Well alright, well alright Look Uh
[Verse] Feeling sorry for the runner up I’m still awake, getting money while the sun is up And they keep saying how they need me to deliver Cause they hate it when the rookie star doesn’t put the numbers up Man, hate is so passé, catch me in a Tom Ford suit on draft day Nigga and it’s just me and my money Ya don’t even get to play when ya’ll leading by 20 Yeah I infiltrated the game I was hesitant at first and fear what it would change Now I’m high off the success and faded off of the fame And still managed to keep all of my opinions the same I am so far gone bitch I'm outta here Hotter than standing inside rocking outerwear I want it all man, I never learned how to share I also can no longer converse with you thousandaires Wow, I swear I'm killing shit I'm killing shit Shout out to the niggas I just made a couple million with Yeah from the beginning to the end Know I’m into making history not into making friends Muthafuckaaaa…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
