(feat. Curren$y)

Uh, okay 
Up early smokin’ and plottin’ 
Lookin’ at these lames, being thankful I’m not them 
This year couple million out  the game 
Made me wondering now I got them 
I got it from going hard, I always stay on my job
Wanna get high? You should come to my spot then.
And smoke with some heavyweight niggas
Jets, Taylor Gang nigga, losing’s not an option 
Now I’m always on the road
And everywhere I go, people asking what I’m rocking 
I tell em this is next year’s fresh, and this year’s best
And some shit you niggas not in
So quit copyin’

Yeah man
You niggas got it confused, trying to do what we do 
That’s not the point
The point is for you to do you 
It’s a beautiful thing

I’m in the regal, you in a rut
Stuck, can’t come up
Old jealous niggas hatin’ on us
Bitches is wishin’ you’d shut the f*ck up
I’m in the position, set my niggas up tough
What the f*ck, just jump
Continents I promise it
I could go from bucks to billions in a minute
Made a split second decision
Executed with precision
I feel attention when I walk in the room
Old cuddly ass niggas go to hidin’ they woman
Thinkin’ I’ma walk up to em, but I don’t do it
Baby girl know this big shit from the manure
I could help you shine like a jeweler
Candy paint make an old whip newer.