More bread
More money
More bitches
More head
More life
Too lit
Phone might
Go dead
More love
Less hate
More work
Big moves
Who knew
One day
We'd all
Get thru
I feel brand new, yeah n*gga I'm the man
Come again, hundred bands busting out rubber bands
Ah man, how you feel last year on em
My time, primetime stayed quiet crept on em
Fake bitches F*ck niggas all up in my face now
I was starving all alone oh you want a plate now
No way, I'm a eat gotta say Grace Now
You mad too bad, guess you're too late now
Like damn. Rose gold Cuban link iced out
Ima shine all around like a light house
Wood grain Cartiers word to AP
Every time you see a nigga I'm in HD
So fly that they try to delay me, watch I come through with a crazy flow
I defy gravity see up up and away we go
(Whoa) switch up no, nothing else matters Ima get this dough
Sit back light up a spliff then blow, all y'all throwed nigga this shit cold
Little bit of this little bit that every single rap is a hit from crack rock in a bowl
You can't stop what Im about to drop right now I'm invincible
More bread
More money
More bitches
More head
More life
Too lit
Phone might
Go dead
More love
Less hate
More work
Big moves
Who knew
One day
We'd all
Get thru
More bread
More money
More bitches
More head
More life
Too lit
Phone might
Go dead
More love
Less hate
More work
Big moves
Who knew
One day
We'd all
Get thru