Lyrics

And what the fuck do I gotta do go to and buy me a mansion, huh?
Fuck is this?
I wasn't supposed to be broke for this long, damn it
What a bitch
And my manager told me, "****, you gon' be rich"
That was last year
Now I'm living in the ghetto with the crackheads
Working at McDonalds as a goddamn cashier
Ain't this a bitch?
Liquor got me lightheaded
Sippin' to the light red and I ain't go to college
I ain't good at nothing else
So if this don't work out then I wonder where my life headed
I ain't got shit, tired of being stranded
Gotta go and get it
Living in hell, that's a heaven full of bitches
And I'm scared to fall in love but I never will admit it
Shit, I never coulda did it
Point me to the door, I gotta leave
Real cocky to them hoes that say hi to me
Like I'm the best thing you heard, bitch, don't lie to me
Don't you lie to me
I tried to play the lottery, maybe I can hit the Powerball
Cop fifty fly cars, and then drive them all
Just so I can feel like a rich ****, got it all
This **** got it all
Bitch, you ain't shit, and these broads ain't loyal
Hoes, won't relate but these songs ain't for you
And the game ain't the same, so along came Joyner
Standing around like you don't get the fuckin' picture
Let me paint it for you, I ain't playin' wit' you
Waiting for the Illuminati just so I can get a check
Here's my soul, let me trade it to you
'Cause what the fuck do I gotta do to go and buy me a mansion, huh?
Fuck is this?
I wasn't supposed to be broke for this long, goddamn it
What a bitch
I said, my manager told me, "****, you gon' be rich"
Yeah, right
I need a mansion on the water, and a yacht for my momma
Throwing party' while we're bumping Barry White
****, I just want a mansion
Look where he's from, I'm tired of this, man
I just want a mansion
I can't eat, I'm broke, ****, I'm broke
And you got the power to change that
Yo, what the fuck do I gotta do to go and buy me a mansion, huh?
Fuck is this?
I wasn't supposed to be broke for this long, goddamn it
What a bitch
And my manager told me, "Joyner, you gon' be rich"
A year later, now i'm living in the ghetto with the haters
Working at Denny's as a motherfucking waiter, ****
Ain't this a bitch?
Liquor got me lightheaded
Sippin' to the light red and I ain't really got no damn back up plan
So if this don't work out then I wonder where my life headed
I ain't got shit, tired of being broke
Gotta get it all, plus a **** need drawers, gotta hit the mall
Ain't no cameras in the stores so I bend the law
I gotta bend the law
Point me to the door, I'm winning now
Yeah, I'm tryna get some head, bitch, it's been a while
And don't be acting brand new 'cause your friends around
'Cause your friends around
I'm tryna hit the lotto, thirty million and deposit all
Cop a mansion with a safe and I hide it all
Just so I can feel like a rich ****, got it all
This **** got it all
It's all paranoia, I got a call from my lawyer
I should've went to prison but the bars ain't for ya
And the game ain't the same so along came Joyner
Standing around like you don't get the fucking picture, let me paint it for you
I ain't playing wit' you
Awaiting for Illuminati just so I can get a break
Here's my soul, let me trade it to you
'Cause what the fuck do I gotta do to go and buy me a mansion, huh?
Fuck is this?
I wasn't supposed to be broke for this long, goddamn it
What a bitch
I said, my manager told me, "****, you gon' be rich"
Yeah, right
I need a mansion on the water, and a yacht for my momma
Throwing party' while we're bumping Barry White
****, I just want a mansion
You can have this shit, man, you can have the whole thing
I don't want it, I don't want none of this
I just want a mansion
I'm up here losing my damn mind
Runnin' up and down the streets for us
Written by: David Kraft, Joyner Maurice Lucas, Tim Wilke
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