| Million dollar mansions what I’m dreaming of |
| Conversations in my hood |
| Aye they think I seen a lot but I ain’t seen enough |
| I’m on the road to riches and I’m sitting in this |
| I see their true colors, y’all remind me of chameleons, aye |
| And I just wanna make a million |
| They don’t care when you get back, they still gon' say that you ain’t did enough |
| Be a better me, perfect my craft, I start switching up my style |
| But when you try something else, they say I’m switching up |
| When you come from broken homes, sometimes the money’s what come fix it up |
| I put on for my city, they just come from it, please don’t mix it up |
| Extension on my weapon, miss a couple bet I’m hitting one |
| Hope they don’t confuse try to motivate with the boasting |
| Now I’m having motion I’m causing commotions |
| Nowadays ho’s ain’t even introducing theyself, they just busting it open, aye |
| And you ain’t know, money come and go |
| Ain’t never been the type to talk about it, I let actions show |
| Fuck a rolling stone, we throwing songs, made it Rolling Loud without no honor |
| roll |
| Now these folks saying they hate me, the same ones riding my wave like a motor |
| boat, aye |
| It’s a shortage of my friends but my pockets on a overload |
| I could fuck yo bitch without a rollie on |
| You try explain your clout, I’m tryna expand my portfolio |
| I’m just tryna make a killing like for real, treat the music like the suckers |
| Watch everything I do, but still hate me, a different type motherfucker |
| I got killers in the winter, I got killers in the summer, I got winners every |
| quarter |
| How you think you 'posed to come up? Aye |
| That shit hit different when you get it from the ground up |
| Ain’t no motivation when there ain’t no one to motivate around us |
| Reason I got diamonds to be noticed from who 'round us |
| And man these rappers bitches like the ho’s that be around us |
| And I found the way 'cause ain’t nobody ever found us |
| Hottest in the city, I’m the one who fucked the town up |
| I’m the quiet type but made the most noise like I’m a loud one |
| Million dollar mansions what I’m dreaming of |
| Conversations in my hood |
| Aye they think I seen a lot but I ain’t seen enough |
| I’m on the road to riches and I’m sitting in this |
| I see their true colors, y’all remind me of chameleons, aye |
| And I just wanna make a million |
| They don’t care when you get back, they still gon' say that you ain’t did enough |
| (They don’t care when you get back, they still gon' say that you ain’t did |
| enough) |
| And I just wanna make a million |
| They don’t care when you get back, they still gon' say that you ain’t did enough |