Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Everyday we on the grind, mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
N- If i ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Everyday we on the grind, mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
N- If i ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
I done turn into a star, remember when they doubted me
Now we up there at the top, I know my n- proud of me
When shit get rough, you gotta keep on grinding
That's just how it be
Man this just came in perfect timing, know them n- see
Yeah, n-, now we getting cheese
Man, my n- just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three
N-, I'ma make 'em mad and drop them diamonds
They gon' freeze
N-, snap on beats, we eat
I guess that rapping in my jeans
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Everyday we on the grind, mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
N- If i ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Everyday we on the grind, mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
N- If i ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Both of my shoes on top of suits, n-
You know I stand on business
Come from that concrete, I wish you could see
The shit that I don't mention
We was just serving fien-nix, feel like DeAndre A
I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't do no conversating
Remember days in public housing, now we flyin' private
Packing everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
All my n- in the pen', but I still make deposits
I cut the lean off, been having withdrawals for weeks
Been tryna buy love, make sure I keep all the receipts
I can get him touched, ain't talking pedophile, we creep
Lambos and 'Raris, it's certain shit we need for speed
Bro served that dog food, and I ain't never seen him breathe
Stick up in them boxes, seen 'em down below
Blew up, now I see what you around me for
You who I want, but girl don't ever think I need you
Pull up i8, go ask the hood I'm the one feeding them
But they say I been actin' funny since I got on
Luh Tyler, do you want this hoe? My n-, I don't
Got dreams to buy an island, I'm playing blind
My bitch she talk tear, but blowing up my phone, crying
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Everyday we on the grind, mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
N- If i ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Everyday we on the grind, mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
N- If i ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Both of my shoes on top of suits, n-
You know I stand on business
Come from that concrete, I wish you could see
The shit that I don't mention
We was just serving fien-nix, feel like DeAndre A
I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't do no conversating
Remember days in public housing, now we flyin' private
Packing everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
All my n- in the pen', but I still make deposits
I cut the lean off, been having withdrawals for weeks
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