Yeah, they don't get it
I put my life on my legacy
Ice on my neck, no ice on my Hennessy
Balenciagas on my feet ain't cheap
That's why I get the bag before I sleep
No chat, no snakes in my camp, can't chill with them
Can't take man for fool again
I spend it all, but it's coming right back
My cash like a Boomerang
Now peng tings, wanna cook me paella
When I'm chilling in Venezuela
I know, wicked I flow
True soldier no G.I. Joe
Never home; when I'm flipping the stack, I go ghost
Jet set, there's no tickets for flights, I won't hold
I ain't never seen 'em put a pawn into play
Still, they wanna "check me" for the corn and the fame, nah
I ain't never been about that life
I did it, I did it, I'm alright
I put it, put it, put it on my life
Real haters, you get boom, bye-bye
High when I write these rhymes
They wanna say "Hi", they don't really know me
And now they wanna copy my style
I see them try but make it sound weak
Why they wasting my time so?
They don't want me to take control
All my life I've made my dough, I made my dough
I'll make some more, so why they wasting my time?
They don't get it
Call me Bruce, I be bringing that Armageddon
That be a promise like call this a fucking wedding
Know where I been so, I know where I'm fucking heading
They will never have me sweating
Jump on a plane, I sustain that I will be vetting
I keep it rachid, I catch it, I bring the net in
I be the shit, and that's what these bitches are smelling
Bring the cold, bring the flow in
Mic check, one, two, bring the show in
Keep my shit chill, bring the snow in
Keep fly so fly — Boeing
I just wanna cut checks
And be a rich girl like Gwen
Mastering the paper and the pen
I keep my shit hot — cayenne, yeah
High when I write these rhymes
They wanna say "Hi", they don't really know me
And now they wanna copy my style
I see them try but make it sound weak
Why they wasting my time so?
They don't want me to take control
All my life I've made my dough
I made my dough, I'll make some more
So why they wasting my time?