[Intro:]
You woke up feelin way better, way better than the day you did before,
You got the whole world in the palm of your hands, you haven't let it go.
DJ C-Money in this muthafucka, la familia.
Freeband Gang, we global now!
[Chorus:]
Got my T-shirt game crazy, I'm goin money crazy,
All this money confiscatin, ain't no imitatin.
All it took was some patience, niggas still hatin,
Mo money and mo problems, ain't no imitatin.
Glock 40, lemme squeeze, why you better tote it,
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future, I promote it,
Like when I was sellin rocks, nigga, I'm still hungry,
Quarter million, all hundreds, got ‘em all on me.
[Verse 1:]
Hell yeah, bout that lifestyle, products on me right now,
Had to pay my lawyer off ‘cause, nigga, I don't do trial.
Bitches, I don't do trial, you can keep your comments,
I be gettin this money, bout to fuckin vomit.
Thirty on my stomach, tell me how bad do you want it?
Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me cocky.
All that damn finessin and I took off like the Jetsons,
All that damn stressin and a nigga start progressin, yeah! Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Ain't no sympathy, nigga! Ain't no sympathy nigga!
You remember me, nigga, know you remember me nigga!
Imma whip up in them foreigns, make you envy me, nigga,
I'm gon' whip up in them foreigns, make you envy me, nigga.
I got that sack out the front door and I went straight through the back,
I was fucked up and starvin, I go stand right in that trap.
I'm bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta jack out in Clay Co,
I won't wear ‘em no more if those shoes a day old.
See how consistent I am, see how persistent I am,
I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs,
That's an Aventador, nigga, that cost a hundred a piece,
I went so hard in the streets, I'm bout to have me a feast.
[Chorus]