Lyrics
I'm on the way, I'm getting to the top Fuck you ****, you fake
I'm throwing all this money on the floor, I need a rake
I'm running out my bag, come check the score, come check the rates
At 30, bitch, I own a bank Look at all my ****, yeah, we pushing weight
You might think we robbed a couple **** to get this way
I'm smoking this pen, it's so loud, you might think it's sage
I'm running the race for so long, I ain't take no breaks
I made a half a milli' for just saying words I took that half and bought a building, and
I went and splurge In five years, all my buildings gon' be hittin birds
All this money keep coming like ants, I know how it work
Im gone come in high, money coming in, they say that I am God
I got bitches wanna fuck me, cause they saw my watch
I got hella bitches around me, cause they know I'm worth a lot
I got money in my drawers, I got money bought a yacht
Off the shrooms, i feel I'm falling Got a whole bag, I took a lot
Yeah, I'm in a fucking dream Yeah, I'm feeling i am fallin
Yeah, I'm in a dream In the clouds, like yeah I'm falling
In the clouds, like yeah I'm falling, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I am falling Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I am falling
I'm on the way, I'm getting to the top Fuck you ****, you fake
I'm throwing all this money on the floor, I need a rake
I'm running out my back, come check the score, come check the rates
At 30, bitch, I own a bank Look at all my ****, yeah, we pushing weight
You might think we robbed a couple **** to get this way
I'm smoking this pen, it's so loud, you might think it's sage
I'm running the race for so long, I ain't take no breaks
Written by: Chris D Hall