Lyrics Steps to Wealth - Blacc Zacc

Steps to Wealth

Whoever, I’m thinking 'bout saving that thing
IMixNation for real (Yeah, yeah)
CEO motherfucker
I know the steps, ayy
All you niggas got to do is pay attention
DJ Lowkye, what up?
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps
Gotta stay down, you pretend that you can do this shit by yourself
Gotta hit the kitchen sk sk sk turn your wrist to a shelf
Gotta hit the trap nigga serve nigga swerve ‘till it ain’t nothin' left
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps, yeah
I know the steps to wealth, I know the steps
Can’t do it by yourself
Cause you’ll
I’m a get a bag out the door
Gotta make sure top shelf
Stack to the ceiling
Talking ‘bout kush in the mansion
I’ma show ya how you gonna get it
Walk walk with me
Gotta tie your wrist to a
You can in the kitchen
I got some goals
I’m tryin' afford
I’m with the Migos
Speakin' in codes
We talkin' ‘bout Lowe’s
My number so low
Where else you gonna go?
I open up top of your head lil nigga like a MacBook Pro
I got a bag full of cookie it’s a
Motherfucker run up on me, I’m bussin'
Tell a bitch I’m coming to the spot, she fuckin'
Before I had a deal I was in the trap hustlin'
Pocket full blue hundreds, I’m a cousin'
Tell ya boy he ain’t doin' nothin'
I’ma show you how to get money, yeah
I’ma show you how to get money, yeah
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps
Gotta stay down, you pretend that you can do this shit by yourself
Gotta hit the kitchen sk sk sk turn your wrist to a shelf
Gotta hit the trap nigga serve nigga swerve ‘till it ain’t nothin' left
I know the steps to wealth nigga
I know the steps, yeah
I know the steps to greatness
I got that bag and I know that they’re hatin'
I was trappin' hard ten toes on the pavement
When it gets to oppers, nigga none made it
I got them ki’s huh
Yeah I got them ki’s
And I got them P’s
If I gotta bag, then I gotta recipe
But it ain’t free, nigga gotta pay a fee
I’m in my mode
Ain’t thinkin' ‘bout hoes
But if she suck dick like a pro
Then baby let’s roll
I’m from diamond road
Ain’t no place I can’t go
I feel like Quavo of the Migos
‘Cause I’m a Honcho
Way back then they was sayin' I ain’t nothin'
Now I got my wrist and my neck piece flooded
Now they gotta hand out, ask a hoe somethin'
I’m nigga face like he owe somethin'
Pocket full of Ben Franklin’s, blue hundreds
Tell ya boy he ain’t doin' nothin'
I’ma show you how to get money, yeah
I’ma show you how to get money, yeah