I be in the * fantasizing 'bout the house I'm finna buy
When that big check clears, I snack, I steers, I swear I'm fly
You can't tell me nothing when I'm stunting in the *
This nigga is spitting game
He say his mixtape finna drop, yeah, bro, I'll cop
I want my wrist all golden like Jill Scott
New hair on, but no Gil Scott
I want my wrist all golden like Jill Scott
New hair on, but no—
Why it gotta be so damn hard? It was so damn hard
Tryna find my soul, gotta keep it charged
I'm that spark that flame up in the place
Don't care what the people say
'Cause it's so damn hard, it was so damn hard
Tryna know my soul, gotta keep it charged
I'm that spark that flame up in the place
Can't care what the people say
I had to come through for the salad, on my crouton shit
Yellow boxes in the closet, that's my poupon fit
If the opulence is opposite of what you need
I can organize something that get you up to speed
I said I'm running, running, running, run this like a marathon (Okay)
I'm rocking * , sniffing Saint Laurent (Yes sir)
My life a doc', huh, run it on a telethon
If you let them hating niggas get through, then you ain't built for shit (Yeehaw)
Before you make some dollars, gotta know your soul is rich
Before you make some dollars, gotta know your soul is rich (Yes sir)
I got my chin up, they ask, "For what?" (Okay)
'Cause we the hottest in the town, it's all for showing love
Why it gotta be so damn hard? It was so damn hard
Tryna find my soul, gotta keep it charged
I'm that spark that flame up in the place
Don't care what the people say
'Cause it's so damn hard, it was so damn hard
Tryna know my soul, gotta keep it charged
I'm that spark that flame up in the place
Can't care what the people say