(Cryin', cryin', cryin') Ye what's up (Ye, up) to America baby [?] 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, living life like a king Everday eating with my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I make it Caught my pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it Scarface, picture living life like a Everday grinding with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 1: You either or you great You real or you fake Let's watch they the real the real ones relate Ya'll was raised by some haters You go head and hate Four car garage for the Rari, that came with the estate why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the bait So focused and I'm determined to see shit in my face You niggas go head and it Lil bitch ain't shit, mami Hit a lick on them and win an iced out braclet Never let my 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 going broke, what's American in
[Chorus: I want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler Get a hard-on I'm counting up that mulla Scarface, picture living life like a Everday good with my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I make it Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I bake it Scarface, living life like a king Everday grinding with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 2: J. Got money to make, blow out the candles cut up the cake I put it on plate, I'm running 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 weight Running from state to state, up ways to safety I'm on a paper chase, whatever it to make me A millionaire, silly how many really get there? I mean, how niggas is Jeezy? Ya'll make this shit sound so Breezy, on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD Meanwhile, home, my niggas sell crack in the BP Hoping one day can [beat the?] Niggas is there on the Cause the American Dream Now go the thing, listen Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried kings Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out the sheriff in chains Becoming a number, they no longer care the name White folks getting rich off of cocaine Through some underhanded methods, I got time to explain I done fear that I reach 'em in since reaching ain't my thing I just drop a gem or two within a few I sing For all my niggas trapped inside the game 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, living life like a king Everday good with my team (the American Dream) said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I bake it Scarface, picture life like a king Everday grinding hard with my team (the Dream)
[Verse 3: Lamar] These streets made for Ten ain't for falling I hear the world Tell me if you're all in (tell me if 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 rifle in my hand, oh I gotta eat, I gotta, money with I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is to the traveling man Set his own, got my bible and my in my hand, oh yeah