Rollin' Stone

Uh Woke up thinkin' bout paper no time for sleeping in I'd probably sleep better if I was constantly meeting ends I'm always sober yea but this stress feelin like patron Bouncing from check to check they say I'm a Rollin' Stone Up hill I'm running shit all my life I been climbing hills Leavin wit moma shit we was ducking and dodging bills That shit should tell you why I'm so focused on gettin' rich Money, Power, Aretha, my nigga you keep the bitch I'm tryna get paper to flex I'm done playin fetch I'm focused on cashing a check And if you come after that check I get upset guillotine I'm at your neck Referee the way I'm waving the tech yellow flag on the play I'm tryna f*ck the world deep when I penetrate Owners ain't giving 2 fucks what the tenant say please don't get in the way Cuz you can get fucked in the process Pause naw I ain't on no f*ck shit I'm just tryna get my fans up then my bands up then go and put some D's on a Cutlass Pop said take your time don't rush it Moma said put you niggas in the garbage Same dream every night about the stardom I even sleep with my eyes on the target Yea it's hard to be fully clothed in the mist of the hatred When yo wallet is only fabric you start feeling naked They don't favors for free Be sure to keep yo receipts I hit one knee thank G.O.D Get in that gushy then fall asleep Then I wake up thinkin' bout paper No time for sleepin' in Won't get the proper rest til I'm comfortably in a Benz Heavy's the head that dreams about taking over the throne Bouncing from check to check They say I'm a Rollin' Stone Two codes I live by never give up and respect the dead This year I been stressing me and my sister been bumbing heads That clock be tickin' got to get my son out these starving pits Money, Power, Aretha, my nigga you keep the bitch I'm tryna go run up these digits head to the bank and deposit bout 200 million Niggas be down on they shins and I don't get tired I call that shit financial fitness Niggas get lottery picks and be drafting these bitches Money's my top pick No switching topics I'm tryna take a va-ca to the tropics with Benjamin Franklins hanging out wallets I'm talking money so heavy you can't even carry you gone need a dolley Load that shit up right along with the 40 cal. toys just asking a nigga to try me Bye bye to haters thats praying and wishing I fail Know that I'm praying and wishing you well I really been yoked you been eggin' me on until you got hit with a shell It's hard to be fully clothed in the mist of the hatred When yo wallet is only fabric you start feeling naked They don't favors for free Be sure to keep yo receipts I hit one knee thank G.O.D Get in that Gushy then fall asleep Then I wake up thinkin' bout paper No time for sleepin' in Won't get no shut eye cuz of this itch thats been on my hand Dealing with struggles holding me back from attaining goals Yet it's on to the next They say I'm a Rollin' Stone