| Yeah
|
| Damn
|
| Uh, I see the dream
|
| I see the vision out my window
|
| Blowin' on my Indo
|
| Strokin' on an Nympho-
|
| Maniac, she’s claimin' that
|
| She don’t wanna' say it back
|
| Tries to hide, to fight her pride
|
| But she knows why I’m sayin' that
|
| Yeah, so chill out when we slow dance
|
| Flip out when we romance
|
| And dip out when there’s no chance
|
| Cause I don’t wanna' hurt your feelings
|
| But I will so
|
| I turn dirt to a buildin'
|
| Watch my bills grow
|
| I’m livin' the life, your givin' a right to chase emotions
|
| Find time to make the most of all the signs if you approach 'em
|
| Cause you don’t wanna' turn around or look ahead
|
| You wanna' burn a pound of kush blunts to the head
|
| Lay back, Maybachs, trace back what I said
|
| Save rap, take plaques, make racks when I’m dead
|
| Lay back, Maybachs, trace back what I said
|
| Save rap, take plaques, make racks when I’m dead, bitch
|
| Watch the top go down
|
| Blunt go round
|
| All up in they cities
|
| Flashing titties for they town
|
| But do you gotta' problem
|
| I bet you I can solve 'em
|
| Watch the top go down
|
| Blunt go round
|
| All up in they cities
|
| Flashing titties for they town
|
| But do you gotta' problem
|
| I bet you I can solve 'em
|
| Uh-ooh
|
| Damn, I’m runnin' round in my own mind
|
| I got appointments but I get there on my own time
|
| Cause if I don’t rhyme I’ll miss out on a gold mine
|
| I can’t tonight pretty girl, you know it’s show time
|
| I gotta' mold minds, it’s my responsibility
|
| I tell her die but her response is what’s been killin' me
|
| I know I’m yours too, I don’t wanna' force you
|
| Cause you don’t owe me Jack so when I’m back
|
| It’s just Jill and me
|
| Meaning you and I gon' ride off in the sunset
|
| I told you that before but Momma I’m not done yet
|
| Your son’s about to be the worlds next subject
|
| All it takes is one text to put me on that one jet
|
| Fly me to the promise land, all I need is one check
|
| With twelve zeros, I’m your hero, don’t be upset
|
| Until that time, I’m a patient in the waitin' room
|
| Hoping that they take me soon
|
| But I heard 'em say I’m next
|
| Watch the top go down
|
| Blunt go round
|
| All up in they cities
|
| Flashing titties for they town
|
| But do you gotta' problem
|
| I bet you I can solve 'em
|
| Watch the top go down
|
| Blunt go round
|
| All up in they cities
|
| Flashing titties for they town
|
| But do you gotta' problem
|
| I bet you I can solve 'em
|
| Uh-ooh
|
| Yeah, I make a beat and keep it, freak it, then I reap rewards
|
| Used to be a secret, now I’m speakin' from behind the boards
|
| A kind of sore, leaving ladies wanting more
|
| Shock non-stop, got hot so you flaunting chords
|
| Everybody tryna' live the life of luxury
|
| Kick and sip and fuck with me
|
| Slip the rug from under me
|
| So fuck the subtleties
|
| Rebuttal with a couple B’s
|
| I double up then funnel luck into my cup of dreams
|
| Cause what it seems, is what it is, at least in this case
|
| So fuck your schemes, I’m getting rich and leaving this place
|
| I smokin' hope and focused on the road to get out
|
| Shows about to sell out
|
| Better hear you yell out
|
| Watch the top go down
|
| Blunt go round
|
| All up in they cities
|
| Flashing titties for they town
|
| But do you gotta' problem
|
| I bet you I can solve 'em
|
| Watch the top go down
|
| Blunt go round
|
| All up in they cities
|
| Flashing titties for they town
|
| But do you gotta' problem
|
| I bet you I can solve 'em
|
| Uh-ooh |