Confe$$Ions

I know some people with mo' money than we'll ever see Ever see someone buy a private island they never see? Ever see every sea on yo' own personal yacht? Take jog around yo' block that you bought from selling your stock? Not In this lifetime, some of them my potna's They don't believe in karma, but they believe in commas And they believe they dollas' for a peace o' mind Put a price upon they head and they'd be fine with that fine Cause you find when you can buy the park, you can hate the rides They was fun in the beginning, now it seems they not as thrillin' And you out make a killin', but it never feels fulfillin' So, they call me tell me Crae, this how I'm feelin' Confessions of a millionaire, lifestyles of the famous There's nothing I can't have, you say it looks so amazing Well, I would trade it all away for my sanity Look, I ain't finna pretend that car and my crib Give me worth and meaning 'cuz I know they never did Them numbers in my bank account are no reason for livin' And sleepin' with bad women really doesn't keep me driven I'm sure this man sittin' beside me is beside himself Tryna' find himself Yeah, he flyin' first class thinkin' everyone behind him is a peon Goin' home to a model chick he prolly gon' cheat on He'll be empty for eons; you know what I be on Money don't solve it all, man, look what happen to Dion I bought my dream house, but only made me wake up It all falls down even if you got ya' cake up Confessions of a millionaire, lifestyles of the famous There's nothing I can't have, you say it looks so amazing Well, I would trade it all away for my sanity I've flown first class, flown private jets Rode in the foreign cars; still so unimpressed 'Cause after she spent all that money on her chest She thought it make her life better, but she finds she still depressed Ain't nothing wrong with havin' it. Matter fact, go and get it But if you find identity in it then go 'n forget it You gain the whole world but lost the only thing ya' own 'Cause everything else is just a temporary loan Confessions of a millionaire, lifestyles of the famous There's nothing I can't have, you say it looks so amazing Well, I would trade it all away for my sanity