(Cryin', cryin', cryin') Ye up (Ye, what's up) Road to America [?] make a Ye, ye, ye, ye go
[Chorus: I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my Get a hard-on when I'm counting up mulla Scarface, picture living life a king Everday eating good my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would it Caught my pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it Scarface, picture living life like a grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 1: You either good or you You either or you fake Let's they spitting the real Because the ones relate niggas was raised by some haters You niggas go head and Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch with the estate That's why the streets get so tricky, I ain't fall for the bait So and I'm determined to see that shit in my face You niggas go and face it Lil bitch shit, mami basic Hit a lick on bitches and win an iced out braclet let my flaws and my past come get the best of me Turn 250 to a half, I got the recipe First my President was black, now my is wack I ain't going broke, what's American in that
[Chorus: I just want a bag ol' of money, I see my jeweler Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that Scarface, picture living like a king eating good with my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew I would make it Caught my first pie, yeah I that I could bake it Scarface, picture living life a king Everday hard with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 2: J. Got money to make, blow out the candles cut up the cake Then I put it on plate, I'm the game, you running in place Still a at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hundred-and-eight Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling Running from state to state, gunning up to safety I'm on a paper chase, it takes to make me A millionaire, silly cause how many get there? I mean, how niggas is Jeezy? make this shit sound so easy Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that on the CD Meanwhile, back home, my niggas crack in the BP Hoping one day they can [beat is there on the screen Cause that's the Dream Now here go the thing, Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their Or the unbearable pain of watching them out with the sheriff in chains Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the White folks been rich off of cocaine Through underhanded methods, I don't got time to explain I done that I won't reach 'em in since reaching ain't my thing I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I For all my real niggas trapped inside the You know that
Jeezy] I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my Get a hard-on when I'm counting up mulla Scarface, picture living like a king Everday eating good my team (the American Dream) said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it Caught my first pie, yeah I that I could bake it Scarface, picture life like a king Everday grinding hard with my (the American Dream)
3: Kendrick Lamar] These streets made for Ten toes for falling I hear the calling Tell me if all in (tell me if you're all in) I gotta eat, I gotta, make money I gotta feast, I gotta on what is known to the traveling man Set his own, got my bible and my in my hand, oh yeah I gotta eat, I gotta, money with I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on is known to the traveling man Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh