Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky, we don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday, can't help but think of a million
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky, we don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday, can't help but think of a million
Yeah, that's word to Christopher Wallace
Weed and gin, I'm just keeping it balanced
Cuban cigars, sippin' wine on the island
I sent the mob and told them "keep that shit silent"
We know your type, you just talk like you're violent
You know we always in the newest stylin'
We be in places you never allowed in
Been getting pussy to my favorite album
You hit it lucky like a horseshoe, she want a stallion
No Olive Garden, I don't do Italian
Told me she grown, but she kept acting childish
I need somebody I can trip and fly with
Red wine, chill and spend some time with
There's a war going on outside, don't get your heart broke
Not really paying attention, we tryna chart though
Good head shorty, she in the salon once a week
It's gon' be havoc for real, if we mob deep
Let 'em do they job, police
To who we never speak
Heard all your stories, but never seen you out in the streets
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky, we don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday, can't help but think of a million
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky, we don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday, can't help but think of a million
Out on the corner with the zombies who can't feel they body
My project shorty drink, she hella bossy
We always go back and forth, like we did karate
10 to 4, a little joke, copy?
Ignoring threats, telling me he gon pop me
Black in the basement, masked niggas outside of the barber shop
They always gon take they shots
Hey, remember when I said you owe me one?
That's what you owe me, big vacation, no game, Playstation
Look I'm the one who controlling the corner, word to Deion
New Glock with the beam on it
You know it's neon
Can't do shit around niggas, they singing, just like Leon
You not a boss lil nigga, we know that you a peon
On that Mcqueen as we ride around
He know that homie don't play that, treat him like a clown
Fresh out the kitchen, almost broke my wrist
Then I heard Kat say some shit like this
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky, we don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday, can't help but think of a million
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky, we don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday, can't help but think of a million
