[Verse 1]
Seem like cla**ics can not satisfy a n***a
Pull out plastics and I'm blasting just to gratify it with ya
Spirit gone all in the industry, these trashy n***as enemies
Don't know what's gotten into me, it's changing just to bitter me
But seriously I swear I don't care about your f**ing records
Y'all is categorized like Weezy & Drake, you nothing special
Y'all Young Money dummies need to hear this
It's not about your bank account, it's about how you spend it
Spending all the time in the studio can seem expensive
But when you're spending all that time it pays for your expenses
Spending all the time on your cellular is pretty senseless
You'll be cents less without change and I'll get the pretty b**hes
Water whipping it in the kitchen puts your a** in prison
When you're missing your fam and children you gone really feel it
So when you're blasting that Rich Homie sh** in your ear
I'll be making the city shake, celebrate cause my year is near
[Hook]
In the studio popping champagne gla**es
Do it for the money and the game and the pa**ion
Smoke a joint or two and roll up with a cla**ic
And I won't pa** it
In the studio popping champagne gla**es
Do it for the money and the fame and the pa**ion
Roll with a cla**ic
[Verse 2]
Many n***as starting to feel young A. Rob
Man I'm chilling with villains dealing with this sh** and they rob
Funny how a southern n***a can make it with out traffic
Funny how a southern n***a can make it with out trapping
When I'm tragic upon the beat I swear my lyric gone
But it's still the sh** to these n***as, it's not feeling wrong
My sh** will stay for a century, underground, yeah I get it
I'm no where famous right now & I wish I was I admit it
But sh** it won't make a difference because I got a new feeling
So if you ain't feeing my sh** then n***a f** what you feeling
The crew still in the same place and it ain't change in a million
Your crew stealing the same waste that we make just to k** them
[Hook]
In the studio popping champagne gla**es
Do it for the money and the game and the pa**ion
Smoke a joint or two and roll up with a cla**ic
And I won't pa** it
In the studio popping champagne gla**es
Do it for the money and the fame and the pa**ion
Roll with a cla**ic