Whole Lotta $$$

Yeah yeah
It's a whole lotta money in this mutha*****
Yeah yeah, look
Whole lotta blessings piling up, you know what i'm saying
Sticking to the safe numbers, that's the game plan
I got tunnel vision, see it through the Ray-Bans
Prince at the super bowl, the money make em rain dance
No counting loose change, this money from the wasteland
Inspiring like Mase, man, can't take this place man
Best stay out my space, man
I'm tryna elevate, and motivate
And fornicate until i hit the path of greatness
But I ain't stopping
Niggas tried get in the picture, but they photo copied
M's all on my mind, it's moving like a Maserati
She said she wanna take a trip somewhere like Abu Dhabi
Stretch the hundreds out, and then I catch a body
Hitting up the bank, I'm feeling like the shit
Checking my account, and all the zeroes make you sick
Lemme keep the wallet tucked, or I might take ya bitch
Rapping like I'm dead broke, until I make it rich
Whole lotta money in the safe, ain't tryna waste the shit
God given talent, I ain't have to pay for this
Don't act surprised when you see me pushing Mercedes whips
Made a whole lotta money, no intent to stop for shit, nah
Got the bag secured, and it keep getting bigger and bigger
The world seem like it's off the juice
This shit get realer and realer
Won't catch me dancing to my unreleased snippets on Triller
But off camera, turn into Mike Jack
Imma give her a Thriller
Swear the cash ain't never been fake, can't be no pretender
Claim they so real, but like a rat, got moves like a Splinter
All fun and games till me and the gang take off in the Sprinter
You ain't no competition, eating pussies like you for dinner
Don't ask me how I do this shit, just know I make it work
Heh, can't rap with me unless you come with a check first
Don't try to get me on a song unless it's ya best work
I got em feigning for it, asking when is Deezy's next verse?
Pumping weights, been in the gym, I'm putting in that chest work
In case a nigga try us
Just know that these hands can put em on a stretcher
Puzzles of money, you can call me the piece connector
The price keep going up because I keep on getting better
Hitting up the bank, I'm feeling like the shit
Checking my account, and all the zeroes make you sick
Lemme keep the wallet tucked, or I might take ya bitch
Rapping like I'm dead broke, until I make it rich
Whole lotta money in the safe, ain't tryna waste the shit
God given talent, I ain't have to pay for this
Don't act surprised when you see me pushing Mercedes whips
Made a whole lotta money, no intent to stop for shit, nah
Heart turned cold, but my wrist got colder
Sick flow, upgraded from the flu to pneumonia
Solo stepper, Momma know that she raised a soldier
I'm running up the racks, and no these bands cannot fold up
Keep getting better, keep chasing paper, that's the motto
From riding donut tires to pulling up Forgiato
From microwaved TV dinners to high class sherbelato
Whole lotta money, my account look like I hit the lotto
I paint a picture vivid, treat the canvas like Picasso
The way this money blowing, you'd think we work with El Chapo
Brothers sending shells about the cheese, but ain't no tacos
Tryna take it from me, you can't have it, bitch it's not yours
See me in a picture, you know I'm throwing up cuatros
Need a simple lady, can't keep messing with the thot hoes
Million ways to get the money, you know that I got those
Don't question my profession, nigga this the life that I chose
Hitting up the bank, I'm feeling like the shit
Checking my account, and all the zeroes make you sick
Lemme keep the wallet tucked, or I might take ya bitch
Rapping like I'm dead broke, until I make it rich
Whole lotta money in the safe, ain't tryna waste the shit
God given talent, I ain't have to pay for this
Don't act surprised when you see me pushing Mercedes whips
Made a whole lotta money, no intent to stop for shit, nah