I was a kid wearing rags Now, I'm the kid with the bag Came out a crib I was sharing with roaches 'n' rats 'Cause I didn't have shit in the bank Never saw triple digits I just get evicted Put a air mattress at the homie's house I prayed for the riches And I'm not religious I hit up a church to put food in my mouth My house flooded, sleep freezing Now I'm like: Neck flooded, mouth freezing I was like, "Leaky pipes wrecked all my shit!" Now, I drip like the mahfucking pipe's leaking Hype demon; Pull up an' their eyes bleeding Ice needed; Is everyone a'ight? Jesus! The look on their faces is like this a vacation I'm the destination they sight seeing I got so much Gucky I got so much Lewis I got so much Versace The money made me do it Guess your boy got lucky I was broke 'n' losing Now, I don't need to know the brand names 'cause the money's stupid I ain't never had a lot, man Now, I swear, I got it all Hit rodeo with the top back So hard, it's assault I ain't never had a rack, man Now, I wanna see it fall Money bigger than the backpack Need a duffel bag; I'm God Life is a dream; still reign supreme I got the drop on the box sets I got the plug on the dead stock And I'm not talking 'bout StockX Everything Gucci 'cause everything Gucci I go to my parents', I never bring groupies Not saying that everyone's stupid But I'm spending money like I'm gon' never recoup it They hit my line now, if anyone moving I got the link, I got several Cubans Money is evil? Money is evil? I guarantee that the devil is looming Pussy, get fucked while I finger this trigger I'm taking my spot back; an Indian giver My money is long, I'm not lending it ever More Gucci, more Louis, more Fendi than ever I got so much Gucky I got so much Lewis I got so much Versace The money made me do it Guess your boy got lucky I was broke 'n' losing Now, I don't need to know the brand names 'cause the money's stupid I ain't never had a lot, man Now, I swear, I got it all Hit rodeo with the top back So hard, it's assault I ain't never had a rack, man Now, I wanna see it fall Money bigger than the backpack Need a duffel bag; I'm God Let me flex My whole life is so much stress Had a nervous fucking breakdown Half the time I'm still depressed Let me (eh,) let me (ay) I 'on't do this every day But, when you're broke for thirty years Sometimes you wanna say "Okay!" I ain't never had a lot, man Now, I swear, I got it all Hit rodeo with the top back So hard, it's assault I ain't never had a rack, man Now, I wanna see it fall Money bigger than the backpack Need a duffel bag; I'm God