They say that money bring jealousy
When I get in the booth this shit is like my therapy
I count them racks alone bitch you can't get next to me
Your friends turn to enemies
Good times turn to memories
They not who they pretend to be
I should renovate this bitch the way I go hard in the paint
I could never chase a bitch
I rather see you who got a Chase
Free my niggas who ain't home
They tryna get to third base
I can't afford to play it safe
Chances that I had to take
Back against the wall
Shit on me, I shit on y'all
Niggas tried to finish me
I can't respect that shit at all
Go out sad bitch no way
Ran up them racks standing tall
They just look for shit to say
You couldn't live my life at all
Ignore it but I know bout it
Them rumors come from nobody's
I'm fly, don't need no copilot
Never needed them to co-sign me
Road to the riches, I got gas in the tank
Road to the riches, I got gas in the tank
They say that money bring jealousy
When I get in the booth this shit is like my therapy
I count them racks alone bitch you can't get next to me
Your friends turn to enemies
Good times turn to memories
They not who they pretend to be
I should renovate this bitch the way I go hard in the paint
I could never chase a bitch
I rather see you who got a Chase
Free my niggas who ain't home
They tryna get to third base
I can't afford to play it safe
Chances that I had to take
