Ay, look

Really got no time for the small talk
and all I′m thinkin' about is the bag (bag)
I got two phones, one for the legal work
the one other they hit up for the slabs (work)
Phone line jumpin′ like Ja Morant
I had cuddies comin' to the lab (uh-huh)
Your corner told you watch for the hook
but you blind, didn't see the jab

All I do is put pain on the page, with the pen
I′m somethin′ like Stephen King (uh-huh)
My nightmare stuck in a dreamcatcher
when I fell asleep, God showed me things (uh-huh)
I've seen everything I ever wanted
then He aksed me how hard I′ma go to get it
Can do the same shit that you used to do
I was wildin', sinnin′ just to hold a digit

Now we in the Benzy
blowin' smoke out the window on the road to riches (uh-huh)
No one these hos wanna get next to
see the diamonds dance when I pose for pictures (bling)
I′m a different nigga
knew nobody was comin' to save me, so I hit the block
When I re'd up on Broadway
I met the plug at the Colombian chicken spot (uh)

′Cause I know a place I can get off weight
and the clientele like to sniff a lot (uh-huh)
On the way there
got a bitch with a hunnid yams hidden in her crotch (I do)
This the life I chose
I can find money on the road quicker than I find a job
From the dirt, I rose, I give blood, sweat
tears, heart, soul, I′ma livin' God (uh)

Slow down, nah, bitch, I′m livin' fast
Snakes in the grass plottin′ on my downfall
hopin' that a nigga crash
I′m focused, got tunnel vision, plottin' on a bigger bag
Only see what's ahead of me
I got no time to be lookin′ back

Nah, I got no time to be lookin′ back
Only see what's ahead of me
I got no time to be lookin′ back
Slow down, nah, bitch, I'm livin′ fast
Only see what's ahead of me
I got no time to be lookin′ back

What you do it for? I need land and assets (money)
Got the whole world in my hand, life a gamble
but a lotta niggas ass-bet (stupid)
I was young and thuggin', runnin' wild
had cops comin′ to the address
Fast forward, see me out in Greece, all I do is feast
got these niggas mad stressed (haha)

You ain′t gettin' no money
you ain′t never go in a spa with a Lou V bag
You ain't gettin′ no money
You ain't never go to Long Island boost all of the
stores with the Lou V bag or the polo sweaters
You ain′t never go to school with the
GemStar the next day after niggas
tried to get at you say wassup with it