Nothing to Something

You say you low on act I ain't picky poor that red I'll probably be still sippin syrup when I'm dead Staying to myself get that paper how I play it Go get you some money best advice I ever said Go and get that bag fill it up with hunninds I know that they watching but im still gone get this money Paper on the way I can feel it coming You think it was magic how I turned nothing to something Go and get that bag fill it up with hunninds I know that they watching but im still gone get this money Paper on the way I can feel it coming You think it was magic how I turned nothing to something Go and get that bag fill it up with hunninds I know that they watching but im still gone get this money Paper on the way I can feel it coming You think it was magic how I turned nothing to something That Money been coming in Passive aggressive Streams I got several And they doing extra I want make it where I am so successful I want make it where I can be the helper I want to live better Take a flight when I'm unsettled Take over the game Get it hot like melting metal I'm rolling up flowers I'm breaking down petals You want to get high You know that it's levels My shit be on point Sharp just like that bevel Eating Ramen noodles Like I still live in the ghetto Put my brother own then put some ice inside my bezel Go get and that paper only thing on my schedule Go and get that bag fill it up with hunninds I know that they watching but im still gone get this money Paper on the way I can feel it coming You think it was magic how I turned nothing to something Go and get that bag fill it up with hunninds I know that they watching but im still gone get this money Paper on the way I can feel it coming You think it was magic how I turned nothing to something This shit I been on lately really on another level I had to 180 and go get my shit together I stop dealing with everyone so I could go better Look I'm still hustling I can't fit you on my schedule I been on a mission like 007 Been getting energy from my big bro in heaven God knows back in 2011 I can't tell a lie I'm not a reverend Beat them cases they tried to make me a felon I'm a hustler give me water I'm selling it I want a Bentley Truck that bitch look like it's pregnant I love the rush might as well call me Money Mitch Go and get that bag fill it up with hunninds I know that they watching but im still gone get this money Paper on the way I can feel it coming You think it was magic how I turned nothing to something Go and get that bag fill it up with hunninds I know that they watching but im still gone get this money Paper on the way I can feel it coming You think it was magic how I turned nothing to something