(Chorus)
One day I'mma get my money right
I'mma buy foreign cars, I'mma see if they could fly yea

I'm a better of universe I
I'mma beam on these (*##$es like the Star Trek guy yea
This time I'm standin on the e ey ey ey edge

My dreams are hanging for a gray ey e yea
What goes up must come down
It's such a lonely road

Deep and over, dreamin up ahead

(Verse)

New coupe, no roof, I keep a hundred proof
Clockin dollars ever since I move that product from the stoo
Oh Lord hustle hard, we ballin cross the bull

Instead of handcuffs on our wrists we rockin Audemars
Blue dream, my team on
That joke club my lean on

That high life my sing on
That spotlight we deep up
Let chick, right coupe

Homey I'm living proof
I out a dollar and dream on a 62
Money on my mind and my team on that grind

I done came up from ground up, my life on that line
Yea sports cars athletic, kill em and get a medic
Prada, Gucci, fetish moving money ? telekinetic

High chick in my whip globe
Diamonds on that scratch cobe
Real life, we puff oh

Jesus piece, that Rolls gold
On the edge we livin, supercharged my engine
Ballin out we get it

Countin up these digits

(Chorus)

One day I'mma get my money right
I'mma buy foreign cars, I'mma see if they could fly yea
I'm a better of universe I

I'mma beam on these (*##$es like the Star Trek guy yea
This time I'm standin on the e ey ey ey edge
My dreams are hanging for a gray ey e yea

What goes up must come down
It's such a lonely road
Deep and over, dreamin up ahead


(Verse)
Pull that tap in my pockets

True religion all in my closet
What yall talkin bout we got it
Poppin gold champagne bottles

I'm on the edge, my team on
A million racks I dream for
No spot like C4

A hundred stacks but I need more
I need Lambos, fresh clothes
Bad (*##$, kush rolled

Benzel on my top back
Chain on and my snap back
Yall lie, these numbers roll

Hustle hard and I'm far from broke
Hold it down to my cash man
Yall lookin like last year

High life, nightlife
My chain on when the time's right
Jewels on me like crushed ice

I'm sippin on Ciroc and Sprite
Know me, Kove
Movin time, we've something to see

Ace of Spade of Don P
I'm Prada Gucci, my army
Hustling til I'm 90 right

Haters mad, my shorty fly
Killin em, that's homicide
Loud top but that volume high

White bands that cocaine
Red bottles that Rose
Swerving in, I'm profane
My chick high, she propane


(Chorus)
One day I'mma get my money right
I'mma buy foreign cars, I'mma see if they could fly yea
I'm a better of universe I
I'mma beam on these (*##$es like the Star Trek guy yea

This time I'm standin on the e ey ey ey edge
My dreams are hanging for a gray ey e yea
What goes up must come down
It's such a lonely road
Deep and over, dreamin up ahead


When I think about the money, all the money I can have
Think about the money, all this money in my head
Think about the money, all these stacks up in my pants
Think about the money, all the money I can have


I'm dreamin, dreamin
I just wanna make me a mill
Yea, I'm dreamin, dreamin
Dream so hard I just can't be still