Money

Motherfuck your problems, tell 'em to yo’ mama
I been there before, embarrassed, but still went and solved 'em
Closed that chapter with a period and went straight to commas
I'm two fifty P, one hunnid’ me and still ain't done yet

Where the fuck the money?
Is it really Monday?
I make records back-to-back-to-back-to-back like Kanye
Money, money
Where the fuck the money?
(Money, money, where thе fuck the money?)

I knew I could hit thе top when I seen rich junkies
How you out here in a mansion and still living bummy?
Funny, it's funny
It ain't the money
Funny, it's funny
It ain't the money

Every time I take a L
Double it, back it by a C
(S-Corp, S-Corp, S-Corp, you won't be taxing me)
If I need to ring that bell, I got racks in Miami

My homegirl out there texting me
Why you ain't flying me out to Cali?
I know you be out there shorty, hire me
I been working my nine-to-five and it’s been getting tiring
Inspire me to work for myself so I can fire me

Bosses talk to bosses so you doing fine
Is this ’bout leveling up, or is it 'bout you and I?
’Cause I can't be locking down right now
It's true and I don't wanna break yo’ heart
Break yo' heart, just play yo' part

On my, on my own
(I can do it on my own)

It took a while for me to kill the pride
The ego death checked me in the right way
The days was going by
I was getting so high
I could barely even recognize

The man in the mirror

(On my own)
(Do it on my own, I could do it on my own)
(On my own, I could)
(On my own, I could do it on my own)