Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah

In the penthouse sixty levels up

With some hoes that I can′t cuff, yeahI got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can't trust, yeah

Niggas thinking that they tough

They don′t wanna play with us, damn

Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah

Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah

From the outside looking in they think the kid made it

I ain't ever witnessed so much damn hatred

Gotta get a grill for these dead faces

Thinking 'bout that money got my mind racing

Time is running out, I′m running out of patience

Come down to that paper, you gon′ grind ain't you?

They play with one of your partners, you gon′ ride ain't you?

We gon′ take it over, this is our nation

I'ma ride that Rover, I need high maintenance

Specialty executive, it′s so spacious

I'm so used to this, I don't do nothing basic

Chanel on your feet, I know you love pacin′

Whatever you do don′t give it up baby

Whatever you do don't give it up baby

Go clean up, I got hundreds in the tub baby

Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah

In the penthouse sixty levels up

With some hoes that I can′t cuff, yeah

I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can't trust, yeah

Niggas thinking that they tough

They don′t wanna play with us, damn

Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah

Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah

I don't see no one but us, I don′t seem to worry much

I been high inside the clouds I can feel 'em and touch

They've been praying on my down, they don′t wanna see me up

I done took so many fouls, now they seem keep me tough

I ain′t coming with no bluff, niggas know I ain't letting up

I been in and out of town, doing shows and stacking bucks

Moving slow and sippin′ Tuss, Hi-Tech and actin' up

We gon′ pour a pint, my niggas all litty

Toastin' up ′cause we 'bout to make more millis

Hundreds in the bank, I need them blue benjis

Put you in the latest Jimmy Choo baby

They say this money gonna drive us all crazy

Paper done put pressure on my old lady

Broke your heart and had to buy a new Mercedes

Working hard, geekin', can′t stop getting faded

Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah

In the penthouse sixty levels up

With some hoes that I can′t cuff, yeah

I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can't trust, yeah

Niggas thinking that they tough

They don′t wanna play with us, damn

Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah

Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah