Few Words
Man of few words, get it?
Ain't no time for chit chat
Tryna blow up and act like I don't know nobody
I don't owe nobody shit, get it?
Last time I checked "job ain't finished"
I'm breaking the bank funding future winnings
Present visions ain't too kind to ceilings
Blood over ink that's just how I'm feeling
Threw the kitchen sink brought my own damn steel in
Been a good year, reinvent my wheeling
Flying, spiritual healings
I don't play the cards, no, I do the dealing
They used to say, "Whose man's?"
"Whose man's" now the man that they ask for rubber bands
Distance is the game I play
Only short-in I'm doing in the middle of May
Change weather in a day, fly south with bae
So real, she deserves real estate
Foreign exchange, all my ties translate
Even over time zones I never trend late
Dreams of the Maldives
Wife sipping mojitos with the mint leaves, Bentleys
Just dreams, still whip a Nissan with an oil and a gas leak
See the top, I eye the peak
Can't stop God
I'd die to be top 3, not 2 or 3
Can't stop God, I'd die to be
Back from the dead got the engine on red
Dividends higher than my RPM's
When you think getting money think that must be him
Love I get less than the love I spend
Keep it that way 'til my days here end
Write my own script I control my pen
Catch a right hand fucking up my Zen
All I know is win time and time again
Feel I'm really only talking when I'm talking in rhymes
You never say nothing, yet you talk all the time
I'm checked out bitch, I ain't never in line
If time is worth money, then my money is time
Spend it with minds that're greater than mine
See my 45 flip into a 900
Period, my commas are fine
Wine tastes better when it's out of the vine
Dreams of the Maldives
Wife sipping mojitos with the mint leaves, Bentleys
Just dreams, still whip a Nissan with an oil and a gas leak
See the top, I eye the peak
Can't stop God
I'd die to be top 3, not 2 or 3
Can't stop God, I'd die to be
Man of few words, get it?
Ain't no time for chit chat
Tryna blow up and act like I don't know nobody
I don't owe nobody shit, get it?
Ain't no time for chit chat
Tryna blow up and act like I don't know nobody
I don't owe nobody shit, get it?
Last time I checked "job ain't finished"
I'm breaking the bank funding future winnings
Present visions ain't too kind to ceilings
Blood over ink that's just how I'm feeling
Threw the kitchen sink brought my own damn steel in
Been a good year, reinvent my wheeling
Flying, spiritual healings
I don't play the cards, no, I do the dealing
They used to say, "Whose man's?"
"Whose man's" now the man that they ask for rubber bands
Distance is the game I play
Only short-in I'm doing in the middle of May
Change weather in a day, fly south with bae
So real, she deserves real estate
Foreign exchange, all my ties translate
Even over time zones I never trend late
Dreams of the Maldives
Wife sipping mojitos with the mint leaves, Bentleys
Just dreams, still whip a Nissan with an oil and a gas leak
See the top, I eye the peak
Can't stop God
I'd die to be top 3, not 2 or 3
Can't stop God, I'd die to be
Back from the dead got the engine on red
Dividends higher than my RPM's
When you think getting money think that must be him
Love I get less than the love I spend
Keep it that way 'til my days here end
Write my own script I control my pen
Catch a right hand fucking up my Zen
All I know is win time and time again
Feel I'm really only talking when I'm talking in rhymes
You never say nothing, yet you talk all the time
I'm checked out bitch, I ain't never in line
If time is worth money, then my money is time
Spend it with minds that're greater than mine
See my 45 flip into a 900
Period, my commas are fine
Wine tastes better when it's out of the vine
Dreams of the Maldives
Wife sipping mojitos with the mint leaves, Bentleys
Just dreams, still whip a Nissan with an oil and a gas leak
See the top, I eye the peak
Can't stop God
I'd die to be top 3, not 2 or 3
Can't stop God, I'd die to be
Man of few words, get it?
Ain't no time for chit chat
Tryna blow up and act like I don't know nobody
I don't owe nobody shit, get it?
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Writer(s): Avon Khalees
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