Rags To Riches

[Intro]
I ain't got no time to gloat
Yeah, talk is cheap, I'm in my zone
I got my shit on airplane mode
Don't sleep unless that bankroll flow

[Chorus]
Cookin' up, whippin' and dippin' and stackin'
My business like rags to riches
You know I'm the illest, you know I be killin'
You know I be stackin' my motherfuckin' millions, yo
'Cause I'ma ball hard like the number one prospect
Body bags around, bitch, I put 'em in the coffin
So I'm cookin' up, whippin' and dippin' and stackin'
My business like rags to riches
You know I'm the illest, you know I be killin'
You know I be stackin' my motherfuckin' millions, yo
'Cause I'ma ball hard like the number one prospect
Body bags around, bitch, I put 'em in the coffin

[Verse 1]
It was back in one-five, I was workin' eight-to-five
Got my head up in my ass, little Jay just had no drive
Lived that mediocre life, and bitch, I'm never goin' back
I'll be my own boss 'til I die, and motherfucker, that's a fact
'Cause I got a little thing called discipline
Started from the bottom, now really, I'm in it, man
Ain't on top but I'm damn near close
I'm the player who's clutch, not the player who chokes
But I want that smoke and I get that smoke
And I ain't gonna stop 'til I'm sellin' out shows
Bitch, I'm in the game and I can't forfeit
Give me three months and I'm droppin' thirty more hits

[Pre-Chorus]
I remember when my pops used to tell me, "Find your purpose"
Now I'm the hottest new rapper named WE$TPHAL, at your service
Fuck it up, boy, like dudes in the backstreet
Body tatted up, lookin' fresh in a black tee
So much drive, man, I gotta get a taxi
Do it for the fam, I don't gotta get a Grammy
*Gasp* Pshew
Yo, yo. yo
I ain't got no time to gloat
Yeah, talk is cheap, I'm in my zone
I got my shit on airplane mode
Don't sleep unless that bankroll flow

[Chorus]
Cookin' up, whippin' and dippin' and stackin'
My business like rags to riches
You know I'm the illest, you know I be killin'
You know I be stackin' my motherfuckin' millions, yo
'Cause I'ma ball hard like the number one prospect
Body bags around, bitch, I put 'em in the coffin
So I'm cookin' up, whippin' and dippin' and stackin'
My business like rags to riches
You know I'm the illest, you know I be killin'
You know I be stackin' my motherfuckin' millions, yo
'Cause I'ma ball hard like the number one prospect
Body bags around, bitch, I put 'em in the coffin

[Verse 2]
Now I'm up in twenty-five, bopping down Rodeo Drive
Got that Gucci in the bag, and the money on my mind
I just built another crib, not for a scar, I mean to live
Fuck the land, plus the bands, and the fans, life is grand (Ugh)
Ten thousand now, still counting, I'm paying my dues
Never walk in my shoes, I'm a bad motherfucker, so I really can't lose
Yeah, I got a few screws missing, but I ain't missing no cash
I can get the money fast, I can get the money slow
I can get the money, whichever way that money go
Coach, put me in, it's the mob and me, I'm the showtime MVP

[Pre-Chorus]
I remember when my pops used to tell me, "Find your purpose"
Now I'm the hottest new rapper named WE$TPHAL, at your service
Fuck it up, boy, like dudes in the backstreet
Body tatted up, lookin' fresh in a black tee
So much drive, man, I gotta get a taxi
Do it for the fam, I don't gotta get a Grammy
*Gasp* Pshew
Yo, yo, yo
I ain't got no time to gloat
Yeah, talk is cheap, I'm in my zone
I got my shit on airplane mode
Don't sleep unless that bankroll flow

[Chrous]
Cookin' up, whippin' and dippin' and stackin'
My business like rags to bitches
You know I'm the illest, you know I be killin'
You know I be stackin' my motherfuckin' millions, yo
'Cause I'ma ball hard like the number one prospect
Body bags around, bitch, I put 'em in the coffin
So I'm cookin' up, whippin' and dippin' and stackin'
My business like rags to riches
You know I'm the illest, you know I be killin'
You know I be stackin' my motherfuckin' millions, yo
'Cause I'ma ball hard like the number one prospect
Body bags around, bitch, I put 'em in the coffin