D.R.A.M. - WWYD? lyrics

[Intro] [?] [Chorus] Ooh, if you gotta check in your name a hundred thousand dollars Honestly, what would you do? (what would you do?) Ooh, what would you do? Ooh, if you got that check in your name would you try to solve everyone's problems with dollars 'Cause, what's it to you? What's it to you? (what's it to you?) [Verse 1] Now, [?] a hunnid racks (hunnid racks) Doesn't mean you're rich, please know this as a fact (that's fact) I wish there was somebody that had told me that (told me that) And if they did, I'm sorry for opposing that (damn) What would you do is what I'm asking since you know it all right? (nah) You say [?], but really wanna blow it all in four nights (damn) You really wanna change, don't you? (uh) And a Rollie, vacation, first cla**, and a homie b**h on my moms you go broke like dad (like dad) They only helped y'all to help smoke yo packs (that's fact) Everybody eats if everybody works I don't want you on the streets, but at least be on the curb And they gon' say 'we' to include themselves Go on all types of rants to prove themselves Put it on pause, stop that sh** from goin' on If they show you empty pockets, you gon' find them n***as [Chorus] Ooh, if you gotta check in your name a hundred thousand dollars Honestly, what would you do? (what would you do?) Ooh, what would you do? Ooh, if you got that check in your name would you try to fix everyone's problems with dollars 'Cause, what's it to you? (what's it to you?) What's it to you? (aye) [Verse 2] Now, let me tell you this lil' story 'bout mine ('bout mine) Towards Summer '15, [?] start of July (July) I got me a check just short of 150 (150) Or over 130 (what?) Or one-thousand Benjie's Yeah, I threw my momma I think like twenty-five f** them college loans, 'cause twenty-two isn't right Twenty-five in Airbnb alone, that's no lie (damn) But, I still had to provide Plus, I had paid all my dealer's best (dealer's best) Who let me slide? 'Cause it bes like that (bes like that) ATM knows where yo card, it turned off When I had a job, I was not seen at all I was still driving on E, no gas (no gas) Nothing but lint in my jeans, no cash Hadn't seen a bank in like fifty-eleven years (seven) Others [?] stove, sharing one forty ounce here Straight outta no cash, them boom, oh my Sunshine my full cash right to my sky I tried to make it flip, like old metal jam years [?], God I'm still rich [Outro] Ooh, if you gotta check in your name a hundred thousand dollars Honestly, what would you do?