La la, la la, la la La Uh Had to break out this cocoon, for the moon From the dirt, now watch me bloom Please stay patient while I zoom 'cause I plan to get there soon (Uh-huh) I can't send good morning text when you be wakin' up at noon And we can't link up no time soon 'cause I still smell like her perfume I'm consumed with the fast life, tryna get my cash right Make sure that we livin' good to balance out the bad nights That's right, one mission, do this shit my dad didn't And most of y'all just background noise, so miss me with the ad-libing Baby, why you bullshitting? You know that I'm the man now The hoes that tried to flex on me, I turned 'em to a fan now A lot of love, I feel like Bud, mama, I'm the champ now Don't know who winnin' when I'm whippin', tinted like a campground Niggas got me amped now, bro, it's time to level up Better not try to chip with us, bitch, we gon' be medalled up Count the cash, settle up, cross the guys never once Life is full of downs and ups, more money mean more papercuts What? La la, la la, la la La La la, la la I got my own vices, so advice, man, I can't really give it See, I get weak when it come to weed and all these pretty bitches That I repent, I pray that all my sins shall be forgiven I'm tryna rap to make a decent livin', but that just equals penny pinchin' To be specific, bitches vosse 'til we complete the mission If my money never reach the ceiling, well, at least they listen But I guess that's you, don't see the difference, so we gotta keep a distance Just a bunch of weepin' bitches, need a sheet to be submissive But debate about me, a nigga just had a son So I'm in the lab like a nigga that played in the league and need to get out of a slump Hard and I'm sayin' a thing, debatin' if you ain't the greatest, I turn to [?] How could you hate it if I was to make it, go out on vacations and count up my funds? I gotta take it, I want what I want, they gotta face it, I'm one of them ones, look I'm one of them ones, a nigga so hungry, I'm wantin' the crumbs Hundred songs, no ego, Rico Hines, I'm lovin' the runs Look at the time, a quarter past twelve, you know what I done, yeah