Hola and aloha, boy a high rolla
Money in the sofa, money in the attic
Green be the doja, brown in my soda
Lookin' at my aura, you can see the magic
Used to be a broke man, like I had a broke hand
Manifest a whole band, money's automatic
Really I'm my own fan, I just made a whole plan
Heavy
You know what it is
Come through, givin' lyrical blows to your ribs
One, two, leavin' a fighter down
Out of breath, on the ground, gotta rest
You ain't heard? I'm the best, I'm a bird out the nest
When I fly, I be writin' letters in the sky
When I'm done, catch Zs like the letter after Y
If you look up, you probably get a feather in your eye
Yeah, I'm down to earth, but I'm better when I'm high, heavy
Hola and aloha, boy a high rolla
Money in the sofa, money in the attic
Green be the doja, brown in my soda
Lookin' at my aura, you can see the magic
Used to be a broke man, like I had a broke hand
Manifest a whole band, money's automatic
Really I'm my own fan, I just made a whole plan