You can judge me, but you don't understand my type
Cause I'm a business man, and I don't spend money just because I can
Known to put a hundred G's on a business plan
So when you see me in the streets, don't try to break my hand
I'm living in the future, man
Calling me cheap, now that's a stupid scam
Calling me cheap, I'll tell you what I really am
An investor, man
And after this year, I'm only spending profits
You can judge me till the day I'm dead
Meanwhile, I'ma figure out how a dollar can make me bread
I was born in the ghetto and loved that shit
Till I seen cribs in the suburbs and want that shit
Lifestyles of the filthy rich
Remember when I said, you don't know my type
You don't know about the struggle, you ain't seen no fight
People like me know, that's a part of life
When the haters come, it's gonna be alright
They don't see with they eyes closed, they can't see me with the light