Lyrics:
up, shit is not a contest
Whippin' Benz concept
Heaven-sent, God-sent
Least that's what my mom says
Proof is in the progress, money's not a object
friends don't want to hurt me
But they told me that you burnt me
By that time you were ten miles ahead
(Cause) You're a quick change artist
Never do
of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go, yeah, I go, yeah
escaped from hell (go)
My car cost so much the police don't even pull me over (huh)
I don't sign artists no more, I recruit soldiers (woah)
My money
artist liiife artist life
Yow yow yow
A just the artist liiife artist life artist liiife artist
Artist artist
You get a ten grand you get a ten grand you
And the Indian sun is rising
Instead of going down
Navajo, Navajo
The people call the people from
Ten thousand years ago navajo, Navajo
From the land
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
I mean, wassup?
Yeah, okay
Some things in mind, it's not obvious (ooh, uh)
Faces in pocket like a artist (ooh)
Waitin' and payin' no bills
really just a start of it
Hip-Hop you really wanna be apart of it
[Chorus x2]
What's worse than havin' no money, is havin' it and losin' it
Money bag, money bag
Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag
Money bag
Cardi
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet
about the fire and rain.
Let me just say it again,
I've seen fives and I've seen tens.
It was a strong hit from the money machine, Sitting on top,
to do
It i am an artist and I care about humanity
Yes I am personally rich and I can
Buy furs and houses for my family
But I need access to more money
There's other people, you selfish asshole!
I must be psychotic
I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money
(Yeah...uh, uh, uh)
(Can't feel the rain)
(What, what, uh... we 'bout to do it like)
[Chorus: Repeat 2X ]
The little rain drops fallin' down
"He's a sweet, soul, brother!"
Money, money, money, money! [Repeat: x2]
"You make me feel so goooood!"
Money, money, money, money!
Money
scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin' so nonchalant
how
Not to get jerked when you do hard work!
[Repeat x16]
"It's like that y'all"
"One, two, three, whoo!"
Yo, there's more to it, but let's
Money money money money, money [Repeat: x 6]
Some people got to have it
Some people really need it
Listen to me why'all, do things, do things,
top 10 but I'll have the money to spend while you arguing.
Chorus ~ Turning music into money yeah I like that teachin' Independent Artists how
over chorus]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh [x2]
Shit is crazy yo
They loaning you money to make a album
You pay 'em back the money, they still on the album
What
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit
like this and talk with the gat
The industry; got y'all word meaning nothing
The industry; fuck what you heard cause he's bluffing
The industry; money
a rocket
Pocket with a stop it
Drip but no drizzles
She leave with 10 folds
She a demon that tickles
Artist Utensil
Heart is on miss mode
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