One week they love me, next week they hating Maybe its the name, maybe the dope music we making It ain’t come with these had to take it Money don’t grow on trees we had to make it I swear i am the one in this world, we live in the matrix These haters are the agents, the cycle never stops Every week a different spot, all these groupies on my Cuz they see we getting gwap on our way up to the top And it’ll teach your ass a lot, especially about a friendship I couldn’t tell you where my friends went, now thats a short list Bet you when my ends get bigger, and the camera flash flicker And they see me in the club poppin liquor, that the calls come quicker
Refren:
More money, more problems Every week some new friends The cycle never ends Time heals nothing, time heals nothing
Wers 2:
It used to be a dream now i gotta make it real I used to show up to the airport to see just how it feel Close my eyes and catch a flight to brazil Then envision a crowd of fifty thousand and get the chills Break it down, roll my weed up so i can chill Turn the beat up I’m bout to kill, not being cocky just being real Cannot knock me for being skilled, young motherfucka When i get my money right can’t tell me none motherfucka Hear you hating, tell it to my gun motherfucka See that red k you better run motherfucka Now I’m just being real, not saying we the best I’m just telling you the deal Since we talking deals we should be talking millions, i need to feed my future children Buy a fucking building and give my mom the world Cuz she’s my favorite girl, worth more than diamonds and pearlsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
