(David Wesson)
Yeah
Feel good to be back
Life good, I can't complain
Left for two years, came back, shit ain't the same
Yesterday I wore rose gold, this ain't the same
This one 40K out the box, I left it plain
I been on some low-key shit, stayin' out the way
This summer, we gon' see who was playin' and who done saved
I get money sittin' on my ass, I got it made
Get a nigga whole house cleaned up, I got a maid
I been grindin' two-four-seven all around the clock
The only thing a nigga take for granted is the countertop
Stainless steel oven, internet inside the fridge
Smilin' ear-to-ear 'cause I done stacked a half a mil', nigga
They like, "P changed up, he on some ho shit"
This ain't 2012, you want that, go buy my old shit
'Member when I caught the bus to school back in '06
Caught the bus down to the V and it's been on since
Talkin' to my nigga from DC like, "What you on, slim?"
Talkin' to your ho like she ain't nothin', "What you want, bitch?"
Ain't nobody never fronted me, I bought my own shit
Thousand-dollar sweater, mama say I ain't got no sense
Yeah, keep workin' and never settle
In the fast lane, Louis sneakers on the pedal
Fuck a Hellcat, I'm in a Demon like the devil
Tryna hide an M under my dog house, I need a shovel
They say it ain't trickin' if you got it, huh?
I say I ain't let you bitches trick me out a dollar, huh
Gucci polo on with the red and green collar, huh
Had to middleman a brick to make a thousand dollars, huh
I just spoke an M into existence, I'm a prophet, huh
Need to hit the gym 'cause I got pounds all in the closet, huh
Tryna parallel park a Lambo' on Collins, huh
Swiped the Escalade and I fucked up my whole deposit, huh
Laughin' to the bank, my old lady say I'm childish, huh
Walked up out that bitch with fifty thousand like I robbed it, huh
Thirty pints of red at my side ho apartment, huh
Thirty to my lawyer, made them bitches drop the charges, huh
I can't tell the time on my watch, this bitch retarded, huh
I can't even work a nine-to-five 'cause I'm a mobster, huh
Counted 60K in small bills, I'm exhausted, huh
Ask me how it feel to be rich, this shit awesome, huh
(Ask me how it feel to be rich, this shit awesome, huh)
Feel good to be back
Back in the lab, back on my feet, you know
Back to my motherfuckin' family, you dig?
Ayy, Dave, let the beat ride out, my nigga
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