What It's Gonna Be

I'm in the zone, they keep on getting offended

But I ain't did nothin' wrong, but tighten up on my business

And now I'm making millions, everybody's social

They really too emotional, I don't have time to hold 'em

I wanna be a billionaire, me too

So I can count a billion cash in hundreds on Youtube

I get dirty money, bitches know it's Ciroc on my rider

I'm on stage with Diddy, Nicki, Ricky Rozay and Flo-Rida

I rock Maurice without money, ball like Stoudemire, Amare

Hold the blunt with my left hand to show my Audemars in Paris

Look at all the I've accomplished, I just bought me three Ferraris

Spent five million in my company, if offended you, not sorry

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, too many chains on me, too many rings on me

Baby, dancing on me, diamonds dancing on me

'Cause my watch and my ring straight dancing on freeze

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, I dare anybody here to put they hands on me

Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me

Got some killers with some gats and

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, too many chains on me, too many rings on me

Baby, dancing on me, diamonds dancing on me

'Cause my watch and my ring straight dancing on freeze

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, dare anybody here to put they hands on me

Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me

Got your dime on my line asking

What it gon' be?

I'm a mathematician young street magician

And I keep on taking pretty girls to Lenox

New Mercedes with eighty in it

Watch me spend all eighty in eighty minutes

Saks and Fifth, young true religion

Bought a car so sharp it make the feds suspicious

They say I'm too flamboyant, I say they're malnutrition

I'm in a rare edition, I think Le Mans edition

I dare anybody here to put they hands on me

Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me

Got your dime on my line asking

What it gon' be?

What you gon' do Gucci, when you gon' leave?

Still popping bottles pouring liquor on chicks

No need to lie I'm such a freak

No need to hide, you so unique

I'ma try to beat ya back down till you weak

Say you ran out of money then more for me

Here's more for you, 'cause you a whore for me

Don't be a whore for free cause we could ball right now

We could do this two, three, four times a week

From Zone six down to Camilton, I pull up in that yellow thing

I put rims on everything

Hoes think I got them wedding rings

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, too many chains on me, too many rings on me

Baby, dancing on me, diamonds dancing on me

'Cause my watch and my ring straight dancing on freeze

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, I dare anybody here to put they hands on me

Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me

Got some killers with some gats and

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, too many chains on me, too many rings on me

Baby, dancing on me, diamonds dancing on me

'Cause my watch and my ring straight dancing on freeze

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, I dare anybody here to put they hands on me

Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me

Got your dime on my line asking

What it gon' be?

Like I'm in the lead, throwing money high, I don't care where it reach

Spent two G's a week on haircuts

Like four, five, six, seven times a week

These girls petrified, almost scared to speak

I'm in a new GT with the Georgia peach

Got a condo right off the Florida beach

It ain't hard to reach, so nice to meet

Every night with me you probably fight with me

Sex fight on me and spend the night with me

No rules, everything alright with me, nice shape, baby

Shaped just right for me

Catch ball players in magic city show them boys how good my jumper is

Show them boys how good my jumper is

Sittin' on this cushion, no lies to tell

Making all pros look like amateurs

I just showed my ass last night I had a blast

My jewellery was so bright haters put theirs in the trash

Pulled up in something fast just to make them haters mad

Rims with the paper tag, paper bag full of cash

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, too many chains on me, too many rings on me

Baby, dancing on me, diamonds dancing on me

'Cause my watch and my ring straight dancing on freeze

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, I dare anybody here to put they hands on me

Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me

Got some killers with some gats and

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, too many chains on me, too many rings on me

Baby, dancing on me, diamonds dancing on me

'Cause my watch and my ring straight dancing on freeze

What it gon' be?

What it ain't gon' be, I dare anybody here to put they hands on me

Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me

Got your dime on my line asking

What it gon' be?