Level Up

Ay Hungry for money like I ain't living lavish Mandem be envy, they talk from the backseat Tiffany mark on the bezel, double J is considered the rebel I'm a fool with the hits Ball with the clique Doing my thing but they hate on the kid Cause the boy got the bussdown wrist Finna kill 'em on the beats I make what you make times ten Yeah, it is what it is They ain't never cheered for the kid, no way Now I gotta go and get the bag, okay Now I gotta go and get these bands Dropping bags on a bitch Dropping fifty thousand dollars on the wrist, okay Imma just level up, level up Imma just level up, level up I know them boys, they be cap a lot Willing to do what it takes Yeah I know it's gon take a lot Level up Yeah I know it's gon take a lot Yeah I know I ain't regular Pulling up in them foreign cars They don't know but I know this for certain Vision is blurry I'm balling like Curry So many clowns around here like a circus Takin your girl and I'm closing the curtains, hold on Stack it up, we ain't counting no pennies Couple bad bitch, they be walking like Jenners One, Two, Three, take off like a rocket I'm finna be a rockstar, rocking out fenders F*ck is u think? F*ck is u mean? Imma hit the three like I play for the league Imma take a trip to the west and the east Imma fly high like I've been smoking on trees Want me a piece of the profit, want me a Imma go litty on all of you bitches I'm getting too rich, they've been counting on me Counting on me tryna ball Never gon fall My money green Got the hunneds on me Imma take what is mine I ain't taking a loss Ay Hungry for money like I ain't living lavish Mandem be envy, they talk from the backseat Tiffany mark on the bezel, double J is considered the rebel I'm a fool with the hits Ball with the clique Doing my thing but they hate on the kid Cause the boy got the bussdown wrist Finna kill 'em on the beats I make what you make times ten Yeah, it is what it is They ain't never cheered for the kid, no way Now I gotta go and get the bag, okay Now I gotta go and get these bands Dropping bags on a bitch Dropping fifty thousand dollars on the wrist, okay Imma just level up, level up Imma just level up, level up I know them boys, they be cap a lot Willing to do what it takes Yeah I know it's gon take a lot Been through a lot Had to make sacrifices to make a lot I want to be billionaire it's in my blood I know I'm making it I'm not regular Keeping it quiet till I blow up Don't want to waste my life doing 9 to 5 Business runs in my veins at least 5 projects all the time I want to live my life however I like No matter how many times I have to try I'm a beast, nobody stopping me In my head processing till I fall asleep The closest knows when I can't see I mean it I'm thankful for whoever gave this to me I'm not doing this for bag I want to be free I want to live my life how I like it to be Saying this again but we live it only once so I'm going for it, I'm going for it Ay Hungry for money like I ain't living lavish Mandem be envy, they talk from the backseat Tiffany mark on the bezel, double J is considered the rebel I'm a fool with the hits Ball with the clique Doing my thing but they hate on the kid Cause the boy got the bussdown wrist Finna kill 'em on the beats I make what you make times ten Yeah, it is what it is They ain't never cheered for the kid, no way Now I gotta go and get the bag, okay Now I gotta go and get these bands Dropping bags on a bitch Dropping fifty thousand dollars on the wrist, okay Imma just level up, level up Imma just level up, level up I know them boys, they be cap a lot Willing to do what it takes Yeah I know it's gon take a lot