Run that bling, Cadillac, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Last night I didn't come home My bitch probably think I was cheatin' She don't even know I was sleepin' on the low Ain't got time for no ho I been on some other *** Tryna get my mother rich Tryna get my brothers rich They try to ride my wave I had to switch it up They try to ride in my lane I had to book a lift I had to cut off my feet to save myself Stayed down and went and raised my will We was waitin' on the mailman We had to track it, he had to pack it Soon as we get it, it pack in Thirty minutes later, racks in Thousand dollar bills for my pants Runnin' round, bein' on demand I can get them bags on demand Count the money fast with my hand Shooters, they gon' shoot off my command Bout these bands, dawg Hope I didn't go get it for real I went and got it for real Yeah, yeah They tryna tell me to chill This just the way that I live Yeah, yeah I be on serve for real I just keep buyin' these seals Yeah, yeah I know I'm never gon' squeal I give a damn how they feel Yeah, yeah Baby Tate sittin' next to me on the road to riches Yeah, yeah Lil' D sittin' next to me on the road to riches Yeah, yeah DT run shotgun on the road to riches Yeah, yeah They try to ride my wave They try to ride my wave Last night I didn't come home My bitch probably think I was cheatin' She don't even know I was sleepin' on the low Ain't got time for no ho I been on some motor *** Tryin' to get my mother rich Tryin' to get my brothers rich Last night I didn't come home My bitch probably think I was cheatin' She don't even know I was sleepin' on the low Ain't got time for no ho I been on some motor *** Tryin' to get my mother rich Tryin' to get my brothers rich I just got a call from my dawg Told me that he got out on his dick So I'ma put him on Couple niggas talkin' fly They all sing the same song Get a nigga left on the yard for a cell phone I got some young niggas ready to crash out I had a thousand pounds at the stash box And I'ma hold it down for the half night I still remember times I ain't have none I ain't no greedy nigga, you can have some All of my niggas eatin', gon' have some They don't even know what's more, they got asthma Bitch, I'm a street nigga, ain't no rapper They should put me on the runway Drippin' like a Sunday Make your bitch see how this dick taste A million off a mistake Niggas hate, but I just dictate I control the shots But I control the block But I control that rock, yeah You gon' need a way bigger surfboard Got a lot of money, but I want more Go and get that paper, ain't have no choice My son gon' be your boss, cause he's my firstborn Last night I didn't come home My bitch probably think I was cheatin' She don't even know I was sleepin' on the low Ain't got time for no ho I been on some other *** Tryna get my mother rich Tryna get my brothers rich They tried to ride my wave I had to switch it up They tried to ride in my lane I had to book a lift Ain't got time for no ho I been on some other *** Tryna get my mother rich Tryna get my brothers rich Thanks for watching!