Young Prodigy

I was high up off that gas, it had me dozing off So much money to made and now it’s closin’ off Tell Lil Baby send a feature, I been goin’ off Had to get up off my ass Looked up in the mirror, I got money in my hand Man it feel so good to see that money in my hand Just imagine hunnid mill and two gucci duffel bags (Yeah) Ima be the man (Yeah) On my great grams, I know she watchin’ me She know I’m a star, stack to starve, this shit apart of me I could never starve, I’m steady workin’, ima prodigy Forever in my prime I’m Du Breesh I count money in my sleep Super tee, Henny, Tron, she be rollin’ off a bean All my niggas bangin’, gang gang, they gone cause a scene What’s the word? What you on? We gone pop it at ya bean ‘Cause we don’t really play them games homie (When it come to beef) Yea, we don’t really play them games homie (When it come to me) Ima show you how they change on you (Money is the key) They don’t wanna see you winnin’ brody (Pray that we don’t eat) D2R, a family, i know who my brothers are Real niggas that’s surround me in foreign cars Beamer, Benz, a Bentley Sturdy with the whips, uh F*ck a bad bitch Need a Rollie on my wrist, uh Have some rich dreams, got my brothers talkin’ shit, uh I know we gone make it I ain’t stressin’ over shit, uh