Daddy's Money

I've been working (I've been working!) for the past 300 days
My whole crew is making music and we don't cease to amaze
I'm just doing what I love, you just do whatever pays
Then you turn around and hate, get the fuck out of my face

I've been working (I've been working!) for the past 300 days
My whole crew is making music and we don't cease to amaze
I'm just doing what I love, you just do whatever pays
Then you turn around and hate, get the fuck out of my face

Now I'm back to the future
Hit me up because I'm balling, should have fucked with me sooner
Your girly had an uber send her over to my manor where her
Legs spread quicker than a mother-fucking rumor

Turned her to my wife right then
Smoking watching skies turning darker shades of bright reds
Choosing what I want, and then I pick it like a white fence
(Get it? Pick it/picket? White fence?)

Tell me why the fuck we fight friends
I've been looking for my vices like I'm Mike Pence
Fake pals eating all my bread up like Pita but
I got Donald Trump's demeanor, fuck around and put wall between us

I'm packing swishers like I'm packing arenas
We're getting praised by the cooler kids that used to laugh and tease us
I could sip my drink like I'm Kermit
But they say take a hit, you deserve it

I've been working (I've been working!) for the past 300 days
My whole crew is making music and we don't cease to amaze
I'm just doing what I love, you just do whatever pays
Then you turn around and hate, get the fuck out of my face

I've been working (I've been working!) for the past 300 days
My whole crew is making music and we don't cease to amaze
I'm just doing what I love, you just do whatever pays
Then you turn around and hate, get the fuck out of my face

Now I'm back to my old ways
We had sampled sound effects from the tollways
Buying fake gold chains, overcoming role play
Smoking for school and then being high the whole day

Busy, unhappy home
Aux cord from Casio
In love like I was Gatsby and my hair just like DiCaprio's
The years between it's made a difference in it all so we
Kick it on the patio as models make their cameos

Gearing up for the album release
I made a million digits with a high school degree
I had weary beliefs but made some glorious feats
A long way from playing ball on our victorious streets

Diamonds give me comfort when there's really nothing left
And fake love is a haters way of jealousy expressed
I got it all except for genuine respect
So my cold shoulders supported by the ice around my neck

I've been working (I've been working!) for the past 300 days
My whole crew is making music and we don't cease to amaze
I'm just doing what I love, you just do whatever pays
Then you turn around and hate get the fuck out of my face

Mama said it's just a phase
But I want the city on the other end of my gaze
Came a long way from clearing tables with trays
Rammy's bout to make it in a million ways