Let me just put on these head phones... You never know
I don't ever show off, I let my name do it
'Cause all of these rappers is dropping the same music
I guess it's my turn so I hear 'em talk shit but
I don't understand like a foreign exchange student
I came a long way, I used to be so average
Now I spit a verse and they say that my flow's magic
My swag too hard like quitting a coke habit
Damn, I swear these bitches are so Paris
Jumpin' out the Maybach, got it for the weekend
Feelin' like a star everybody tryna reach and
Hit the shoe store and the sales man preaching
I take 10 and he screamin' out "Amen"
I'm 'bout to blow b*tch, I ain't gotta say when
House across the street but I checked in a 'days Inn
Thats life when your credit card's slidin'
The Visa Gang mother ship landed on timing
Damn homie, stop trippin', you a fan homie
So tell me what it do
Catch me at the top, I be chillin' with my crew
And a nigga so fly, the airlines wanna sue
I'ma make a million
Walkin' out the building with my cup in my hand
And every day the same shit
But a nigga stay fresh we can meet when I land
I'ma make a million
Walkin' out the building with my cup in my hand
And every day the same shit
But a nigga stay fresh we can meet when I land