Dream bout the day that I touch my first million
Penthouse views looking down on civilians
Play my cards right, don't matter who deal em
Can walk on the beat can walk on the ceiling
Rolling off bennies if you know what I mean (Rolling off beanies)
Too many drugs I feel like a feign (Never too many)
Your bitch on my line, she told me she loving my steeze
Calling my phone wanna go to pound town (She all on my line)
I'm the king of the hill, I stand on a mound (I'm standing on mine)
Bro got the, he taking you down
Bro got the (shhh) it don't make a sound
These ain't McQueens bitch these are Margiela
Want a Maybach that's brown like Nutella
And a brown lil joint just to match my leather
I was down bad but I kept my head up
I was down bad had to make me a way (Was down on my ass)
Used to walk across campus to make me a play (Was walking from class)
Not dropping no pin can't know where I stay (Lets go, uh)
Got a dark skin joint like to sing like Anita
And a nice lil milf that look like Selena
She turned on my fire, I'm Rick and she Teena (Turned on my fire, uh)
In the trapnanana, feel like Lil Dude (Luciano)
I'm a nice guy but my hoodie is Rhude
I only get geeked when I'm in the stu (I'm geeking)
Had the gas in my book bag when I was in school (Real geeker)
Used to have all As but was always cool
Used to walk with a scale was really a fool
If you know then you know that's the #1 rule (On god, that's law, aye)
Forever young, living life like the minions
My whole team solid, no ratting no tipping (Aye gang)
Not chasing no women, just chasing these millions (We don't fall for no bitch aye)
Nutella Maybach, I ont want no hemi
Took me some Ls, but never too many
Wish for better days, feel like I'm Timmy (Turner)
Dream bout the day that I touch my first million (Dreamin bout millions)
Penthouse views looking down on civilians (Lookin down on civilians)
Play my cards right, don't matter who deal em
Can walk on the beat can walk on the ceiling
Rolling off bennies if you know what I mean (I'm rolling off beanies)
Too many drugs I feel like a feign (It's never too many)
Your bitch on my line she told me she loving my steeze (Huh, what)
Calling my phone wanna go to pound town (She calling)
I'm the king of the hill, I stand on a mound (I'm stalling)
Bro got the (shh) he taking you down (I'm balling)
Bro got the (shhh) it don't make a sound (Damn)
These ain't McQueens bitch these are Margiela
Want a Maybach that's brown like Nutella
And a brown lil joint just to match my leather
I was down bad but I kept my head up
Calling my phone wanna go to pound town (She all on my line)
I'm the king of the hill, I stand on a mound (I'm standing on mine)
Bro got the (shh) he taking you down
Bro got the (shhh) it don't make a sound
These ain't McQueens bitch these are Margiela (Nah these ain't McQueens)
Want a Maybach that's brown like Nutella
And a brown lil joint just to match my leather
I was down bad but I kept my head up