(Chorus)
Roll up every morning, before we get down to this ‘ish
Plottin’ how to murder these motherf**kers ‘fore they kill us
Street’s on fire, I’m still one of the coldest n*gg*s
Dollar sign eyes, youngin’ you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
(Verse 1)
American dream, foreign machines
13 Lamborghinis arrived on the scene
RIP to the club ’cause we killed it
She chose up and left ya, she left with us, she don’t feel ya
I’m in the truck, rollin’ up, I’m with my familia
We familiar with them millions, ’cause we been livin’
Ownership, and you only visit
You can’t take it with ya
This was reserved for real n*gg*s and b*tch*s addicted to figures
Sh*t cold, it could kill ya, you need an intervention
The taste of money in yo’ system, and you stuck with it
Like a tapeworm pushing you to earn digits
Save the deposit, this yacht came with a helicopter
Hop out the Wraith, yo b*tch wan’ take some pictures by it
Hate in your eyes as you watchin’
(Chorus)
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the ‘ish
Plottin’ how to murder these motherf**kers ‘fore they kill us
Street’s on fire, I’m still one of the coldest n*gg*s
Dollar sign eyes, youngin’ you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
(Verse 2)
My n*gg* I’m just happy to be here, happy to see fear
Right in his eyes, and there’s
Nothing to be scared about anymore
Nothing but me and my Lord
On this journey on my course, see the effects of what I’ve caused
Now I, just throw it in the bag, never matter what that sh*t cost
‘Cause I can’t afford to not floss
Fifty-thousand on the wardrobe, but that’s a write off
On the income tax, otherwise a nice loss, ha ha
I got this sh*t mastered, I’m in a different bracket
She hit me after droppin’ five bands on the jacket
Sh*t the old me would have had to jack it
But now the chips stackin’, and I’m living lavish
It’s steady mackin’, if your b*tch attractin’
‘Cause I’m a chick magnet
She say she got a man, as if that sh*t mattered
If I was here then I just couldn’t be madder
Excuse my manners, me and Spitta we just wave up the scanners
(Chorus)
Roll up every morning and then we get down to the ‘ish
Plottin’ how to murder these motherf**kers ‘fore they kill us
Street’s on fire, I’m still one of the coldest n*gg*s
Dollar sign eyes, young and you gotta have them visions
Dollar sign eyes
