This for all my people that's already rich
You just need the money now
Like in your mind, you're already a millionaire
You just got to step into it
I just pulled up in that Lord have mercy what is that
Let these niggas hold their plaques, but I know they ain't gonna last
Need ambition for my present, leave my bitching in the past
In my bag and not my feelings so I cannot get attached
Jump in the booth and I f*ck it up, can't record on this mic no more
On the floor I get right to scorin'
Jumpman jumpin' like Michael Jordan
You don't want problems with none of us
You don't even know what we fighting for
Niggas shootin' like the final four, but I for one don't think life is war
Lord help us
Jag, all of my niggas is chillin' when I'm in the building you know that the homie around
Killin' and killin' and killin' Yazilla the realest there's never a phony around
Nigga ain't never no dummy, they're giving me money I feel like they owe me it now
Thinking they come with a problem, my niggas is rushin', they feel like the Soviet now
Easy to see that I'm ballin', my niggas and bitches is actin' like Kobe around
Hit me, I'm coming to get I - you say that you got it, well you better show me it now
Say I got to chill? Not until I got a mill
Leaving out the bank wildin', smilin' like I got a grill
Hit up dope boy from the ave, tell that boy we got a bill
How the f*ck he do it indy, looking like he got a deal
So much motherf*ckin' money, copped a Beamer with a bag
And I drove off like a gangster, brand new Beamer with a flag
Trying to pull up in a Lambo, first I pull off in a jag
'Cuz I kick it like I'm Lambo, 50-yarder for the jags
In my Chevy riding dirty, got some purp and moldy tags
I'm the G.O.A.T. and I ain't stutter even when the ProTools lags
Out here grinding like a skater 'til I'm icy like the Avs
Put in the legwork like I'm LBJ and my team like the Cavs
All these rappers just recycle all their flows that's why their trash
Got a casket for my haters finna bury like the Flash
You feel elevated when I come across you like a sash
Peep that f*ck shit while I'm smoking peek at you and then I ash
You were trying to eat out off me but you ain't finna dine and dash
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
Yeah that shits already mine I'm being real patient
Coming in line with purpose yeah that shit real claim it
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
Yeah that shits already mine I'm being real patient
Coming in line with purpose yeah that shit real claim it
Just reach out and grab that shit
You got it
Everything you desire has already been granted to you
Step in to your purpose
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This for all my people that's already rich
You just need the money now
Like in your mind, you're already a millionaire
You just got to step into it
I just pulled up in that Lord have mercy what is that
Let these niggas hold their plaques, but I know they ain't gonna last
Need ambition for my present, leave my bitching in the past
In my bag and not my feelings so I cannot get attached
Jump in the booth and I f*ck it up, can't record on this mic no more
On the floor I get right to scorin'
Jumpman jumpin' like Michael Jordan
You don't want problems with none of us
You don't even know what we fighting for
Niggas shootin' like the final four, but I for one don't think life is war
Lord help us
Jag, all of my niggas is chillin' when I'm in the building you know that the homie around
Killin' and killin' and killin' Yazilla the realest there's never a phony around
Nigga ain't never no dummy, they're giving me money I feel like they owe me it now
Thinking they come with a problem, my niggas is rushin', they feel like the Soviet now
Easy to see that I'm ballin', my niggas and bitches is actin' like Kobe around
Hit me, I'm coming to get I - you say that you got it, well you better show me it now
Say I got to chill? Not until I got a mill
Leaving out the bank wildin', smilin' like I got a grill
Hit up dope boy from the ave, tell that boy we got a bill
How the f*ck he do it indy, looking like he got a deal
So much motherf*ckin' money, copped a Beamer with a bag
And I drove off like a gangster, brand new Beamer with a flag
Trying to pull up in a Lambo, first I pull off in a jag
'Cuz I kick it like I'm Lambo, 50-yarder for the jags
In my Chevy riding dirty, got some purp and moldy tags
I'm the G.O.A.T. and I ain't stutter even when the ProTools lags
Out here grinding like a skater 'til I'm icy like the Avs
Put in the legwork like I'm LBJ and my team like the Cavs
All these rappers just recycle all their flows that's why their trash
Got a casket for my haters finna bury like the Flash
You feel elevated when I come across you like a sash
Peep that f*ck shit while I'm smoking peek at you and then I ash
You were trying to eat out off me but you ain't finna dine and dash
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
Yeah that shits already mine I'm being real patient
Coming in line with purpose yeah that shit real claim it
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
Yeah that shits already mine I'm being real patient
Coming in line with purpose yeah that shit real claim it
Just reach out and grab that shit
You got it
Everything you desire has already been granted to you
Step in to your purpose
You just need the money now
Like in your mind, you're already a millionaire
You just got to step into it
I just pulled up in that Lord have mercy what is that
Let these niggas hold their plaques, but I know they ain't gonna last
Need ambition for my present, leave my bitching in the past
In my bag and not my feelings so I cannot get attached
Jump in the booth and I f*ck it up, can't record on this mic no more
On the floor I get right to scorin'
Jumpman jumpin' like Michael Jordan
You don't want problems with none of us
You don't even know what we fighting for
Niggas shootin' like the final four, but I for one don't think life is war
Lord help us
Jag, all of my niggas is chillin' when I'm in the building you know that the homie around
Killin' and killin' and killin' Yazilla the realest there's never a phony around
Nigga ain't never no dummy, they're giving me money I feel like they owe me it now
Thinking they come with a problem, my niggas is rushin', they feel like the Soviet now
Easy to see that I'm ballin', my niggas and bitches is actin' like Kobe around
Hit me, I'm coming to get I - you say that you got it, well you better show me it now
Say I got to chill? Not until I got a mill
Leaving out the bank wildin', smilin' like I got a grill
Hit up dope boy from the ave, tell that boy we got a bill
How the f*ck he do it indy, looking like he got a deal
So much motherf*ckin' money, copped a Beamer with a bag
And I drove off like a gangster, brand new Beamer with a flag
Trying to pull up in a Lambo, first I pull off in a jag
'Cuz I kick it like I'm Lambo, 50-yarder for the jags
In my Chevy riding dirty, got some purp and moldy tags
I'm the G.O.A.T. and I ain't stutter even when the ProTools lags
Out here grinding like a skater 'til I'm icy like the Avs
Put in the legwork like I'm LBJ and my team like the Cavs
All these rappers just recycle all their flows that's why their trash
Got a casket for my haters finna bury like the Flash
You feel elevated when I come across you like a sash
Peep that f*ck shit while I'm smoking peek at you and then I ash
You were trying to eat out off me but you ain't finna dine and dash
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
Yeah that shits already mine I'm being real patient
Coming in line with purpose yeah that shit real claim it
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
100 mill waiting
Yeah that shits already mine I'm being real patient
Coming in line with purpose yeah that shit real claim it
Just reach out and grab that shit
You got it
Everything you desire has already been granted to you
Step in to your purpose
Writer: Nicholas Strickland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid