Lyrics:
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
saying "Beyoncé
Had the best video"
Ayy, baby, it's rock-n-roll tonight
Y'all might
Be experiencing pop shit tonight
But the vibes is back the prodigal son
a little bit absolute vodka fo they homie Tasha,
Tell her to come closa,
So y'all three can give me a Sammy Sosa,
If I was mayor I would campaign ass,
joint
Every album since then always been on point
(Thank you) videos and big shows is hardcore
So why you think your albums haven't sold more?
Well
a time to be alive
Feel like Drake and Future right now
(Right now)
Ima drop a tape before the album
Cause y'all had waited on it
(Waited on it)
I told
inspired by Kenzo
The roof is like Ghostface, can it be so simple
40 keys in a rental
My dogs bring it back, now you name a better kennel
I keep cash,
and nothing, nothing came of it. Every album I ever worked on was shelved and the money wasn't even good. The money was terrible. I could've made more money
through, who am I gonna see today
She couldn't pull through, back then, she comin' with this money and fame
Girl I told you, go away
All of my trust, you
난 돈을 쓰고 싶어서 더 많은 돈을 벌어
이거 봐 이제 내가 내는 멋은 쩔어 야
꽤나 멋진 옷을 입고 거릴 활보
얌마 있지 이건 끝이 안 보여
my money grows forever
my money glows forever
my money grows forever
a little bit absolute vodka fo they homie Tasha,
Tell her to come closa,
So why'all three can give me a Sammy Sosa,
If I was mayor I would campaign
and roll tonight y’all
Might be experiencing a lot of pop shit
But the
Vibes is back! The prodigal son, Kid Cudi
Has returned! The vibes is back!
I know it’s
that's why I earn respect
I'm the one to call on, just dial collect
Cutthroat, at they neck, get it yet
I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
Yeah, so I'm
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
shit off the top of the top, what the fuck I'ma do with a lid?
We don't do limits, my money ain't timid
I spend it and double it back with some interest
the powder be at (what it mean)
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at (why's that)
Time is money god,
Witchdoctors, good ol' pickpockets
Sip moonshine, so-called coons, shines, and darkies
I love y'all, pyramids to cotton fields
To Wrigley Fields, forgotten men
Mann! 50! JR! B-day boy!
Man I feel like money! (man I feel like money!)
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like honey! (they
courtesy fee
Come through wit 50 like Curtis wit me
Album on stream no these verses ain't free
Nigga murder is dirty but the hearse is so clean
My money is
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
a gold record
And I don't know why
You can catch me selling albums
At a country fish fry
Deanne's my girl
We met at the Grammys
Hanging in the back
and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and Cadillac's
see me in that tall body
Ridin' 'round look like Yao Ming
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Almighty
Money in my right and left and back pocket
Ayy ayy,
need lipo (Gang gang)
Why they struggle now we nice though
My figures need lipo
You just victim rapper you just a cameo
You getting money from shaking
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