Eli Du Breesh - Young Prodigy Lyrics

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