Ever since I got that bread, feelin' like I am the man
Haters ain't got me upset, made me a song and I made me a band
You really be talkin' too much, speak on my name and I turn you to ash
You really be cappin' a lot, you tryna be Polo G, but you ass
I just been stackin' them racks, I got a habit of makin' that cash
And the way I heard they tracks, knew that shit was finna be trash
Knew I was finna get hate, you cannot be loved when you goin' up fast
Knew I was bound to be great, I got like a hundred K in the bag
Got me a hundred K in the bag
Got me a hundred K in the bag
Got me a hundred K in the bag
Ever since I got that bread, feel like I am alive
I wanna be number one, shit, yeah, why would I lie
Thought I was crazy, now that I'm lucky, yeah, I see them cry
Hope that it pays off soon, yeah, I'm not tryna die
We gon' make it high, high, high
I can't say goodbye, bye, bye
Guess it's time to try, try, try
I'm about to fly, fly, fly
I can't even blame you, blame you, oh
I can't even blame you, blame you, oh