Wealth Freestyle
Knowledge is wealth
But so is gold
So gold is knowledge
I put on mileage
I was driving down the highway
Why these people lookin my way
They don't even know which model
Talking car no, not my shawty
I don't even shop designer now
They come straight to my house
They names I can't pronounce
My style is too profound
I lost myself but found
A pot of gold not ounce
Now they my name pronounce
At the top they lungs
It gave me some new rungs
On this ladder to greatness I'm living lavish like Bezos
I'm gonna stack up my pesos
Might even pray me some Jesus
Then go and light up some papers
Feel like I won off the lotto
The way I drip like gelato
Put all my money on money
That shit look ripe like banana
Too old for Hannah Montana
I want that piece from Havana
Make me go fee fy fo fana
Might have to call me a planter
The way I'm growing the mula ye
I got a burning desire
My bars are hotter than fire
From sideline sit and admire
My chorus don't need a choir
I'm going higher and higher
I gotta build an empire
That go up more than empire
Knowledge is wealth
But so is gold
So gold is knowledge
I move in silence
Ain't no reason to be making noise
We working with that poise
I stay a step ahead of you, your friend, and all your boys
You see the finish line
That's when your speed decline
I see the finish line
That's when my speed incline
I get inside your head
Call that a head start
I reach around your neck
Man that's a head lock
I might come out my shell and put on a black turtleneck
You ain't no competition you just get pat on yo head
My patience low if I count to ten it don't make any difference
I gotta count to 52 just like I'm counting cards
I'll strike your zone like CC
Kodak click like ZEZE
Ain't 69 no FEFE
Ye
Always stay in my lane
Got that rolls with Hermes
She gonna beep if I sway
I hate when people pinch Lincoln
But then go buy a new Birkin
That shit just don't make no sense
You saving cents but drive Benz
Just to flex to no end but
You live in a basement and your mom makes your eggs
Knowledge is wealth
But so is gold
So gold is knowledge
This green not olive
This sort of money teach me a new color palette
I'm eating food that my mouth can't even palate
Feel like a king the way I'm walking thru my palace
Don't give a fuck if its making them all jealous
I got focus
Just like a cellist
Yo yo ma just called and asked me for some lettuce
But so is gold
So gold is knowledge
I put on mileage
I was driving down the highway
Why these people lookin my way
They don't even know which model
Talking car no, not my shawty
I don't even shop designer now
They come straight to my house
They names I can't pronounce
My style is too profound
I lost myself but found
A pot of gold not ounce
Now they my name pronounce
At the top they lungs
It gave me some new rungs
On this ladder to greatness I'm living lavish like Bezos
I'm gonna stack up my pesos
Might even pray me some Jesus
Then go and light up some papers
Feel like I won off the lotto
The way I drip like gelato
Put all my money on money
That shit look ripe like banana
Too old for Hannah Montana
I want that piece from Havana
Make me go fee fy fo fana
Might have to call me a planter
The way I'm growing the mula ye
I got a burning desire
My bars are hotter than fire
From sideline sit and admire
My chorus don't need a choir
I'm going higher and higher
I gotta build an empire
That go up more than empire
Knowledge is wealth
But so is gold
So gold is knowledge
I move in silence
Ain't no reason to be making noise
We working with that poise
I stay a step ahead of you, your friend, and all your boys
You see the finish line
That's when your speed decline
I see the finish line
That's when my speed incline
I get inside your head
Call that a head start
I reach around your neck
Man that's a head lock
I might come out my shell and put on a black turtleneck
You ain't no competition you just get pat on yo head
My patience low if I count to ten it don't make any difference
I gotta count to 52 just like I'm counting cards
I'll strike your zone like CC
Kodak click like ZEZE
Ain't 69 no FEFE
Ye
Always stay in my lane
Got that rolls with Hermes
She gonna beep if I sway
I hate when people pinch Lincoln
But then go buy a new Birkin
That shit just don't make no sense
You saving cents but drive Benz
Just to flex to no end but
You live in a basement and your mom makes your eggs
Knowledge is wealth
But so is gold
So gold is knowledge
This green not olive
This sort of money teach me a new color palette
I'm eating food that my mouth can't even palate
Feel like a king the way I'm walking thru my palace
Don't give a fuck if its making them all jealous
I got focus
Just like a cellist
Yo yo ma just called and asked me for some lettuce
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Writer(s): Abhinav Penumudi
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