OOOH OOOH OOOH OOH DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO Look Look, I'm a business-minded n***a, n***a I can sell life and take it But I'm just a stare-by-the-jail type I'm the type to only let them see my taillights I'm the type to do my shopping through a mailbox Papa sent me a text and told me I'm heaven-sent I never became a doctor but made me some M's and M's They tried to keep me on the other side of the fence And now my n***a's living on the other side of the lens We made it And made it possible Bitch, money long as a gospel song It's just the perfect answer when I don't know what's right or wrong It's either that or light a bong and write a song It's purple rain, purple rain, keep the wipers on I work the nights and days, where you think I got my stripes did from? Purple rain, purple rain, keep the wipers on When time give me a shot, I promise me to keep my snipers on Bitch, go I got it Let it go, let it go True ***, man, I got it Let it go, let it go Let it go I might as well do this on beat one, too I got it A nice bullseye, bro, bro I made my people proud to be in global You'll understand the *** when you can get to fly solo And crack your brain trying to figure out if you want to throw a suicide or normal That's suicide without a pill or rope Dude, I'm out here looking like I tripped and fell in gold Dude, my album sounded like it tripped and fell in gold These women going platinum, how they out here selling souls? These bitches going platinum, how they out here selling pussy? I was a diamond in the rough and then the right hands took me The right hands found me Success is like a song on replay every day I like how that *** sounded Man, *** it, man, I think that ***'s a smash I jam to that *** until I pass out Mom, I'm happy that you let my daddy smash You know that's my nigga, I would never leave a mess Out, I got 20K in my pocket That's heavy enough to keep me grounded I don't let the money leave, no, I always keep it grounded That's just music to my ears and I keep it at its loudest Look how many girls can say they had the time of their life When I turn somebody's daughter to a wife for the night It's ironic cause I'm so not trying to get cuffed But I'm here committing crimes With the way I'm killing time with your life Won't you let the game changers do the ***ing thing? I'm still gone, won't you fill me up another tank? Beside my niggas, I don't know another soul to thank We do the victory dance all the way to the ***ing bank Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's some winner *** And you get to tell your grandchildren that you witnessed it Bad Henny