2002 S500 Benz

Shit been moving, gotta make the right decisions

Tryna shake that fast money man, we really need some millions

Gotta watch the ones you hang around, it can get serious

Everybody don't love you, my ****, just get richer

Thought maybe I can sell some weed, I bought some Ps

Sold those, thought I won, then took a L-O-T

When I knock my first game, man, it felt like a dream

It's like the world in our hands, nonstop, we gotta eat

And that rental almost overheated on the way to Phoenix

I been tripping got a son at home, he really need me

I ain't playing with this shit, I gotta win

And if I fall off, I'ma bounce back again

Look me in my eyes and tell me that you really love me

It's lonely at the top but least my pinky ring bussin'

I'll be lying to you, baby, if I told you I'm a husband

But I love you 'cause you stuck around when times got rougher

Yeah, I'm saying like

Knock my first game and it felt like a dream

Sold my first zip and it felt like a dream

Bought my first whip and it felt like a dream

Touch my first hundred and I turned that to three

Now a **** eating, balling all season

I gotta sell something, tell me if you need it

Buss another play, a knock, knock, knock

Bitch, I'm on grind mode, need a lot, lot, lot

Moving and I'm grooving, I ain't with the stupid

****, I ain't with the stupid, I ain't, I ain't with the stupid

Moving and I'm grooving, I ain't with the stupid

****, I ain't with the stupid, I ain't. I ain't with the stupid

Swang, swang, swang, swang

Dip, dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang, swang, swang

Dip, dip, dip, dip

Sitting in this thang playing Keisha Cole old shit

Got me feeling like I should've never cheated on a bitch

Lately I've been slow motion, full time dad with it

Still make time to do my music, I ain't catting with it

Grown ass man, I got goals I don't talk about

What me and baby did last summer, you never know about it

You stressed, the bitch got you doing all that extras

Like calling back-to-back like that's gone make the bitch different

It is what it is, ****, keep that shit pimping

Focused on that baggage claim, sixty days on a mission

Gotta grind till you make it, keep grinding never quitting

****, I've been on a mission

Knock my first game and it felt like a dream

Sold my first zip and it felt like a dream

Bought my first whip and it felt like a dream

Touch my first hundred and I turned that to three

Now a **** eating, balling all season

I gotta sell something, tell me if you need it

Buss another play, a knock, knock, knock

Bitch, I'm on grind mode, need a lot, lot, lot

Moving and I'm grooving, I ain't with the stupid

****, I ain't with the stupid, I ain't, I ain't with the stupid

Moving and I'm grooving, I ain't with the stupid

****, I ain't with the stupid, I ain't, I ain't with the stupid

Swang, swang, swang, swang

Dip, dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang, swang, swang

Dip, dip, dip

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, aye, aye