Forbes List (feat. Nas)

I could see millions, billions Foreigns, all that I could see myself getting a lot of money I could see the condo, Miami I could see me in the sports cars On 16 shots of brown at the sports bar At 16, I was hiding report cards Now I see myself getting where I'm going, no On Star GPS for that money, got the directions Monday night hit the strip joint and cop a section Niggas ain't fighting no more, we got some weapons Do it for the culture, I really come from the essence Essence magazine, brown skin Cousin from the heights, she told me got some pounds and Said he out in Brooklyn, he be back up town around ten Mad traffic in the crib going through it where housin' If I get evicted, play my bitch crib You don't want no drama, niggas pop up where your kids live Set up where your wife work I be dressed like I'm just coming to see if your life work Shooter do it just cause he love me, nigga that's light work I see me in that ghost with a lot of smoke I see me getting low if you gotta go I see me in that foreign See me with that Gucci umbrella when it's pouring That's how I see it I see me with connects from the motherland Backwood in my left, pistol in my other hand I see me on the Forbes list, see me in them Porches Still rocking all white Forces I rock tuxes, busters Clusters cover my watches Drop mustard color, foreign cars in garages Only queens I fuck with Celine clutches My bitch bullet holes in my foes Side chick got a side chick Hunter green Nikes, they don't like me I see niggas cuffing their lady when they sight me Backwood blowing, 'Yack be pouring Benjamin Button nasty Don, rich milly on the arm Been literally rich since '96 Still would've hit my enemies with a tech in 9 six Exotic materials on the neck and fly whips I was fresh out the 'jects, decked out to def Y'all witnessed it, I could fill you in Real millionaire shit, escargot front lawn like a dealership Who I rep, 10th street, twelfth street Plus the Vernon family and that's word to Yam You see me in that ghost with a lot of smoke I see me getting low if you gotta go You see me in my foreign See me with that Margiela umbrella when it's pouring That's how I see it I see me with connects from the motherland Backwood in the left, cash in my other hand See I'm truer than the Forbes list, see me in them Porches Still rocking them '84 Jordans I see me in Dubai, me and Buda high Moving pies I still see his mother through the sky I see tan lines, models, haters be anti I was smoking gram downs, playing foster with franchise I see myself in that GQ magazine I was low, nobody in the streets knew I had a fiend He had a green Honda Civic, parked it on my block I could drive it for days just made sure you had a rock Waking up smoking kush, I could see the envy Weed and Henny, that's the reason this evil in me I want it all, I ain't letting 'em keep a penny I see me slumped in that Bentley bumping the best of Biggie Shouts to Philly, I see me and Freaky laughing I see Nut in a Porch, I see a Lil' in a Aston I could see the city from a penthouse view Married streets, the avenue just said "I do" I see me in that ghost with a lot of smoke I see me getting low if you gotta go I see me in that foreign See me with that Gucci umbrella when it's pouring That's how I see it I see me with connects from the motherland Backwood in my left, pistol in my other hand I see me on the Forbes list, see me in them Porches Still rocking all white Forces It's just how I see myself Ask me how I see them, I see myself in five years Rich nigga, fuck you think That's how I see it