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(Featuring Mac Miller) Ordinary rapper ended up a superstar Sitting in the ghetto, wishing on that shootin' star Order bottle service, we ain't gotta do the bar Let's go hard tonight, the same shit we gon do tomorrow Different city, different state Hang out with real niggas Every sponsor bigger state You gotta feel niggas Smashing out with the Aston Getting head, not crashin' I've been brown bagged since 09 No spending bread, just stashin' Still getting that cash nigga Rap money, move fast nigga Throwin' up that grass Askin' smokin' joint to the ash with ya But times change And people too I feel the same How I seem to you? I'm where the weather's nice and the trees is blue Welcome to the life, this a dream come true Got the city goin' hard cuz we all bubblin' Got the fans talkin' bout me way out in Belgrade SongtexteWho you signing with, hah? When the album coming? It's all a grind cousin I knew my time is coming Poetical justice in the usual fashion Let's get this established This music - my passion You're risin' for the money and the fame But for the love of the game They expect you to change But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing Now I'm sitting at the party with pretty hoes Fresh from my head to my toes Poppin' bottles of Rose Don't want from nothing I've got everything Don't work from nothing, I've got everything Humble beginnings, I was dreaming bout the super start em Money and women give a fuck about women my problems Always in my own head, started out with no bread Kept my head u, got my bread up Now I'm chilling still I hit the gas station, passing Jackson's to Fiends Gonna buy me a blunt that I packed with some weed I remember all the days they were laughing, my dreams Now when they look at what I'm doing they just have to believe Rappin' with my cast on, broke my head in half Still I rap like it's my last songs Passing chef the hash When they ask about the burger tell em listen to Boaz Because them stories go way deeper than just bitches and hoes Sticking to the program, always on my own 2 I always been my omen, there's nothing that I won't do To get this money, tempted by materials I always dreamed to have that B emblem on my steering wheel These rap motherfuckers funny though Young and with success, tend to move em out their comfort zone Fuck these hoes, I'm thinking bout some better things Forget about that bullshit, the music becomes everything You're risin' for the money and the fame But for the love of the game They expect you to change But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing But when you grind and chine it ain't a thing Now I'm sitting at the party with pretty hoes Fresh from my head to my toes Poppin' bottles of Rose Don't want from nothing I've got everything Don't work from nothing, I've got everything Now they see me, I'm bossed up Bad hoes getting tossed up Chauffeurs pull their cars up Push a button, it starts up I feel like I've just landed on a whole nother planet This money changes everything These niggas don't understand it Got paintings on the wall, now my counter tops is granite I took it as a blessing though, never took it for granted This just how God planned it These haters can't stand it Can't stop that if I wanted to We ball out automatic hah Everything top of the line Shopping in Boca Raton Eyes on both of my arms Frames, Versace designs But those are just material things Can we rise beyond that, to a spiritual plane? Leggo Can I make a million dollars without dealing cocaine? Wanna die a happy death without feeling no pain We hit the game like an asteroid, name of the tabloid Now go and get your money on, little duffle bag boy As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink I'm laughing at niggas all the way to the bank As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink I'm laughing at bitches all the way to the bank Aus Songtexte Mania