(Cryin', cryin', cryin') Ye up (Ye, what's up) to America baby [?] make a Ye, ye, ye, ye go
[Chorus: I just a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler Get a hard-on when I'm counting up mulla Scarface, picture living like a king Everday eating with my team (the American Dream) said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it Caught my pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it Scarface, picture living like a king Everday hard with my team (the American Dream)
1: Jeezy] You either or you great You real or you fake Let's watch they spitting the Because the ones relate Ya'll was raised by some haters You go head and hate Four car garage for the Rari, bitch came with the estate That's why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the So focused and I'm to see that shit in my face You go head and face it Lil ain't shit, mami basic Hit a on them bitches and win an iced out braclet let my flaws and my past come get the best of me Turn into 250 to a half, I got the First my President was black, now my President is I ain't never broke, what's American in that
Jeezy] I want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler Get a when I'm counting up that mulla Scarface, picture living life a king Everday eating good with my (the American Dream) They I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it Caught my first pie, I knew that I could bake it Scarface, picture living life a king grinding 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 running the game, you in place Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling Running from state to state, up ways to safety I'm on a chase, whatever it takes to make me A millionaire, cause how many really get there? I mean, how many is Jeezy? Ya'll this shit sound so easy Breezy, turn on the TV, see these that trap on the CD Meanwhile, back home, my sell crack in the BP Hoping one day they can [beat is there on the screen Cause that's the Dream Now go the thing, listen Hysterical screams, coming from that buried their kings Or the unbearable of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains Becoming a number, no longer care bout the name folks been getting rich off of cocaine Through some underhanded methods, I don't got time to 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 niggas trapped inside the game You know already
[Chorus: I want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler Get a hard-on when I'm up that mulla Scarface, picture living like a king Everday 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 knew that I bake it Scarface, living life like a king Everday grinding hard my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 3: Lamar] These streets for [balling?] Ten ain't for falling I hear the calling Tell me if you're all in (tell me if all in) I eat, I gotta, make money with I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on is known to the traveling man Set his own, got my and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah I gotta eat, I gotta, make money I gotta feast, I re-ly on what is known to the traveling man Set his own, got my bible and my in my hand, oh yeah