Electro
God knows I'ma get it, like I'm supposed to
I'ma get this bag, then I don't know you
If I tell you I'm the realest, then I can show you
See I'm movin' different, want that money, girl I told you
I'm destined for this shit, so I know I'll never fail
You gon' see me livin' lavish, mix the Louis, with Chanel
Dreamin' bout that money, but my soul I'll never sell
When I die, I'll go to heaven, 'cause I spent my time in hell
I'ma get to all the bucks, while I ball with my team
Niggas get finessed, thinkin' they sippin' lean
Bitches fuckin' with that white, I just smoke lot of green
I'm obsessed with that money, it's all I see in my dreams
That shit facts, all the cash, I need that
Find yourself Jak, I'm hearin' smokin' on that gas
I be on my grind, I get them racks, and then I skate
Niggas savin' bitches, swear to god, we don't relate
Bitch I move in silence, run my city, and my state
And I'm smokin' lot of gas, speedin' down the interstate
And, bitch I'm Mystic Jak, I come from another planet
Bitch I'm flyin' thru the stars, I'll get a bag, and I'ma vanish
God knows I'ma get it, like I'm supposed to
I'ma get this bag, then I don't know you
If I tell you I'm the realest, then I can show you
See I'm movin' different, want that money, girl I told you
I'm destined for this shit, so I know I'll never fail
You gon' see me livin' lavish, mix the Louis, with Chanel
Dreamin' bout that money, but my soul I'll never sell
When I die, I'll go to heaven, 'cause I spent my time in hell
I'ma get this bag, then I don't know you
If I tell you I'm the realest, then I can show you
See I'm movin' different, want that money, girl I told you
I'm destined for this shit, so I know I'll never fail
You gon' see me livin' lavish, mix the Louis, with Chanel
Dreamin' bout that money, but my soul I'll never sell
When I die, I'll go to heaven, 'cause I spent my time in hell
I'ma get to all the bucks, while I ball with my team
Niggas get finessed, thinkin' they sippin' lean
Bitches fuckin' with that white, I just smoke lot of green
I'm obsessed with that money, it's all I see in my dreams
That shit facts, all the cash, I need that
Find yourself Jak, I'm hearin' smokin' on that gas
I be on my grind, I get them racks, and then I skate
Niggas savin' bitches, swear to god, we don't relate
Bitch I move in silence, run my city, and my state
And I'm smokin' lot of gas, speedin' down the interstate
And, bitch I'm Mystic Jak, I come from another planet
Bitch I'm flyin' thru the stars, I'll get a bag, and I'ma vanish
God knows I'ma get it, like I'm supposed to
I'ma get this bag, then I don't know you
If I tell you I'm the realest, then I can show you
See I'm movin' different, want that money, girl I told you
I'm destined for this shit, so I know I'll never fail
You gon' see me livin' lavish, mix the Louis, with Chanel
Dreamin' bout that money, but my soul I'll never sell
When I die, I'll go to heaven, 'cause I spent my time in hell
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Writer(s): Myles Davis
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