Right Now

Right now

And I'ma be straight by the time

I'm stopped

I'm on my grind

I'm getting loose

And I'ma be rich by the time I'm through

I gotta drop my nuts

And make this run

A million plus by the time I'm done

Left the bullshit alone

And handle this business

It's gon' be on by the time I'm finished

I'm from Baton Rouge

Where ain't no such thing as handouts

If you don't hustle, you don't stand out, hands down

****, my nuts dropped

That's why my pants down

Paper by any means

And I ain't playing 'round

Either you stand up or stand down

It's on you

I'ma get this money, you can be broke if you want to

Who?

I wasn't rapping, I'll be jacking these **** up

Or chilling with my **** up in Hudson

Mane, I ain't tryna lose weight, I

Gotta eat when it's lunch

And I don't like leftovers, so put me in the front

Purple weed in the blunt

Tryna think of what to do next

The police picking up all of my ****, wonder who's next?

Fuck that

Somebody must be talking or something

If you a rat, stay away, 'cause you might walk into something

My mind been clogged up, all I been thinking is money

So I put on my pants, and laced up my shoes, said fuck 'em

I'm finna chase this cheese

Right now

And I'ma be straight by the time I stop

I'm on my grind

Getting loose

And I'ma be rich by the time I'm through

Gotta drop my nuts

And make this run

A million plus by the time I'm done

Left the bullshit alone

To handle this business

It's gon' be on by the time I'm finished

I'ma be richer than a motherfucker, by next year

And somebody momma dying when I shed the next tear

Listen clear and listen up

'Cause the youngin' don't give a fuck

Tryna run me down

Tryna come between my bucks

Old stupid ass ****, tell me what drugs you want

Don't know who to fucking shoot, but wanna diss me in a song

For real

2009, these **** lamer than a bitch

And he used to be my ****, but he changing like my bitch

Put your stop signs up 'Cause I'm still gon' run through 'em

You **** pussy, he checked you, you ain't do nothing to him

Money ain't a thang, making real **** bitches

So you can keep the fame, the money, still gon' get it

Murder-murder, kill-kill

I swear I'm still with it

I just want the money, the millions are still pretty

Ambulance dead, artist in it, he dead now

If you ain't never did it, then don't fuck with my bread now

I'm finna chase this cheese right now

And I'ma be straight by the time I stop

I'm on my grind

Getting loose

And I'ma be rich by the time I'm through

Gotta drop my nuts

And make this run

A million plus by the time I'm done

Left the bullshit alone

To handle this business

It's gon' be on by the time I'm finished

By the age of twenty-five I'ma be the man

I got dreams of becoming the biggest **** in the land

I'm hot like a heater

Think I need a fan

I'm all about the business, ain't got time for the plan, right now

I'm straight

But I need more, I'm talking a million plus and a bank account off shores

I believe, that I can be all I can be, houses in LA, a couple of 'em in Miami

You can't be happy poor

So I wanna be mad rich

I'ma let 'em hang to show the world I'm the baddest

No, I don't feel special, but I'm higher than average

See me, I'm getting loose

But loose in the mind, I say I grind every night

So I'm destined to shine

I left the BS behind

So show me where the money

After I make this rhyme, I'm coming back with a couple mill in cash

Told pops, get the lighter, and I'ma get the gas

I'm finna chase this cheese

Right now

And I'ma be straight by the time I stop

I'm on my grind

Getting loose

And I'ma be rich by the time I'm through

Gotta drop my nuts

And make this run

A million plus by the time I'm done

Left the bullshit alone

To handle this business

It's gon' be on by the time I'm finished