Lifestyles of the and famous I'm rich and famous But if you got money, they know you're name is If you don't, you're 84, 3 in the pot, these jealous, I'm something they're not It's all good, shit, I expected Shit, I've been since we lifted off where we left at it's cool to you, but it's what we deserve Needle on the track, I'm dope, you niggas got nerve drug talk '88 gold B.B.'s, man rest in peace, Shit, where I'm from, even kids the call Hit it with some ice, to cool it off I was workin up on that like I had a job Up in the corner servin', I have a prob I'm still feel I'm sleeping With all of this happenin', am I But, shit, I'm high and I'm wide And I what I want I can afford, ain't an escape Uh, talkin' raw papers and long Nigga, my drawer filled with textures Killin' these niggas, bring more Amazed by how I'm in new Martin Margiela With my team, at the car dealer Smokin' big green, I'm talkin' You're talkin' money, then you familiar The suite big enough so me, I bought the villa The was sick enough, I went and got the ill one Your tree wasn't enough, thing I brought some killa Bitch I'm a king, and all my is loyal niggas My wife's a with diamond rings and full chinchillas And I was raised with with get-money intentions Lot of young niggas gettin' made, but I'm the a fuck about if a nigga hatin' My accumulation; my only motivation