Ben Billions - Goals lyrics

[Hook:] If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord knows lord knows) That's my motha f**in' goals (my goals my goals) That's my motha f**in' goals (my goals my goals) All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes (my people my folks) And my motha f**in goals (my goals my goals) That's my motha f**in goals (my goals my goals) I need a b**h that f** with me and roll the weed and s** the D when I get home (hell yeah) No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it) That's my motha f**in goals (my goals my goals) And I'd rather never sell another album, I would never have to sell my soul (never that) And my motha f**in goal (my goal my goal) And my motha f**in goal (my goal my goal) [Verse 1:] We on with the roof fame Big money on the wrist game Little n***a with a big dream I remember them days in the hoop day I'm in that new thang with a few chains 'nd I swish champagne for duke's sake 4, 5 later kickin like lukain Small city young n***a tryin to maintain And I had no pot to piss in My daddy missin Guess god was listenin I remember them days of wishin Nobody listen Had to show 'em once again How I get my checks with two commas Did everythang that I promised Want better health for my momma And lean yo tea from you hina And that's my motha f**in goal Tellem free my motha f**in woes Every king need a queen to touch his soul Baby keep on ballin' on them hoes And I still got so far to go And I still got so much to do One thing I won't do is lose I know They know We know [Hook:] If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord knows lord knows) That's my motha f**in' goals (my goals my goals) That's my motha f**in' goals (my goals my goals) All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes (my people my folks) And my motha f**in goals (my goals my goals) That's my motha f**in goals (my goals my goals) I need a b**h that f** with me and roll the weed and s** the D when I get home (hell yeah) No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it) That's my motha f**in goals (my goals my goals) And I'd rather never sell another album, I would never have to sell my soul (never that) And my motha f**in goal (my goal my goal) And my motha f**in goal (my goal my goal) [Verse 2:] And I want that mansion in the hills Big faces on the bills I touch the money, I seen a million, I can tell you how it feel Put both my children on the will I'll never be nothin less I'm trill Lord knows it's complicated, got confrontation, with the baby momma still But I got that love for you baby All them times you tried to play me Perfect time, mindin my mind, ridden and I found a better lady I'm so blessed I need a halo f** you if you hatin on me I just want to put all my n***as in the position for the baaank roll On my list of many goals I'm so gifted with the flow Drink champagne out the bottle That's my one and only motto No I grind, 'nd I pray Do it all again tomorrow For my son and my little daughter and my momma heavenly father [Hook:] If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord knows lord knows) That's my motha f**in' goals (my goals my goals) That's my motha f**in' goals (my goals my goals) All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes (my people my folks) And my motha f**in goals (my goals my goals) That's my motha f**in goals (my goals my goals) I need a b**h that f** with me and roll the weed and s** the D when I get home (hell yeah) No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it) That's my motha f**in goals (my goals my goals) And I'd rather never sell another album, I would never have to sell my soul (never that) And my motha f**in goal (my goal my goal) And my motha f**in goal (my goal my goal) [Verse 3] I'm all on Instagram flexin Chocolate Sunday is her obsession I got habits of countin' blessings I'm a student to every lesson Only others the way to go Never talk to much on them phones Never forget bout where you come from Broward County you been puttin on That's been my motha f**in' goal Now a young n***a puttin on And this my motha f**in song And this my motha f**ing song I'm all on Instagram flexin Chocolate Sunday is her obsession I got habits of countin' blessings I'm a student to every lesson Only others the way to go Never talk to much on them phones Never forget bout where you come from Broward County you been puttin on I'm all on Instagram flexin