[Intro]
This that cla**ic sh**
Only cla**ic sh**
[Verse 1: Danpagne]
How Ya Livin?
Got some Ray-Bans on, I see it so vivid
I see a bad b**h, I know she with it
It ain't a surprise, cuz that sh** is a given
It ain't a surprise, I ain't wrapped with a ribbon
She just compared me to you like, you kiddin?
If I got it, I spend it
Hoes want you for your money, difference 'tween hoes and women
Yo i cut down some pounds, so, designer clothes I fit in
And I don't f** wit no hoes, might affect the dough I'm gettin
And this tape is to let you know I'm sh**tin
On the competition, I don't know who as cold as the kid been
sh**, we'd all be nothing without Curren$y like Jet Life
Money ain't everything, man, that ain't the best lie
I wanna do what I wanna do and get by
If you gon' get it, get it now, might not be a next time
Drop that lame and come f** with moi
And if you ain't ever risk sh**, that's why I can't f** with y'all
All this money on clothes till I get a pair of wings
And get enough money to be like "mom, I'll take care of things"
Your parents probably thought I was bad news
And back then, I thought that sh** was mad cool
But that ain't make me no money, so I guess I was a damn fool
But things changed I came up and now I got a hand full
I'm on West Broadway and Spring Street
AKA Money Ain't A Thing Street
Nah, I'm playing, I blew that sh** quickly
But one day, I plan to roll through in a 6 speed
I, never settle for less
And I'm, dealing better with stress
I got my money right, but nevertheless
I got good people around me, ain't no one better than them
I'm gonna come in, hit a lick on the industry
Hip-Hop been dead, the radio put it out it's misery
It's seems like, no one likes to do their sh** originally
I'm not tryna see another video in the city please
I don't ever front and act like I'm on
But the way I rhyme, some would say its a time bomb
So many people I tried to get on my song
I'm ashamed cuz now I hear your sh**, I laugh or might yawn
I sip it straight from the bottle, I don't pour a cup
To sip from this, she don't gotta be a dime she gotta be a quarter bruh
I got my sh** together, now people wish we were more in touch
I swear you ain't see nothing yet, I'm just warming up