The whole world bout to hear me though The whole world bout to feel me though
And we don't really care about the haters We get the money, get the paper
The whole world bout to hear me The whole world bout to feel me
I wanted the fly things, wanted a fly chain Something wasn't right, brother, my type of

Fly plane They gon' know my name, M to the AX
Bumpin' that old hov, probably play some Ye next
Haters should just say less, and stay quiet I ain't signin' good music, but I'm gonna
Supply it Talkin' to the flyest, top floor of the

Hyatt Album bout to ship, I got it covered like
A pirate My album ain't what you do by, I kinda might
Care Or you higher than a Dubai flight fare
Some sisters live in a house of pain, bruh With the haves and have-nots, what is you

Sayin', bruh
They all useless, most them all ruthless Tyler Perry in a dress, madea make em lose it
Stupid, this type flow give fiends chills If I get signed, talk about that big day like
Gene Deal

The whole world bout to hear me though The whole world bout to feel me though
And we don't really care about the hate, though We get the money, get the paper
The whole world bout to hear me The whole world bout to feel me
Look, look, straight out of a bad chick Straight back to the money in my bag

Like price tags, but pop shit for the funny Commas is comin', them niggas gon' listen
Now shit sunny, balls tough We ain't talkin' bout totals, we switch subjects
Like I did it all, it's a homicide when my pen involved
Drink it up, they know I'm a beast like a minotaur

They found a star, middle of the square like I'm Senegal
At the bottom, promise that I'm bound to reach the pentacle
Put me on a pedestal, ahead of my class This shit is survived, still alive, scared
Of my past But I'm a king on these niggas like a crown

In a sash The whole hood gon' feel me like the brown
On the bag I swear, double up, run it up
Talk, but he ain't done enough Take a puff, my shit hit like it's a uppercut
Upper echelons through this shit with minimal effort

Thought that he was him until I popped out like Anthony Edwards on God
The whole world bout to hear me, though The whole world bout to feel me, though
The whole world bout to hear me, though The whole world bout to feel me, though
And we don't really care about the haters We get the money, get the papers

The whole world bout to hear me The whole world bout to feel me