Money First

These Niggas thinking that they know me But we ain't even homies You probably think 'bout the old me Cos you ain't e'en know me now, nuh Nuh you ain't e'en know me Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my way I'm just focusing paper Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my way I'm just focused on doe Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my way I'm just focused on paper I'm just focused on paper, I'm just focused on paper, I'm just focused on paper Get the fuck out my mind, I ain't gon' be wasting no time I had like 3 or 4 bitches that waiting in line, really I'm waiting for mine (ey) Now they saying I've changed, ever since I got some change But you'd do the same, if your homies turn out to be lames Now I move a little different room full of suits and I fit right in Still manoeuvre with the hood niggas get a bit of cake and we get slicing I only trip if I got luggage in my motherfucken whip And I walk with a limp, pocket heavy from the dollars that I get In my city I'm a baad maan, no cape but a hero from Welkom I just did a show in Melbourne and I'ma probably head to London Had endorsement deals, meanwhile had to skip another meal Just to save a bit of cash, how ironic that I put it in my wraps Tell mama we 'bout to be rich, tell mama we bout to be rich I'm on stage in the VIP, now the whole club bout to get lit See they loving me now, yeah they loving my style The way these promoters and rappers approach me Would make you believe that I'm wearing the crown These Niggas thinking that they know me But we ain't even homies You probably think 'bout the old me Cos you ain't e'en know me now, nuh Nuh you ain't e'en know me Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my way I'm just focusing paper Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my way I'm just focused on doe Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my way I'm just focused on paper I'm just focused on paper, I'm just focused on paper, I'm just focused on paper Get the fuck out my mind, I ain't gon' be wasting no time I had like 3 or 4 bitches that waiting in line, really I'm waiting for mine (ey) Now they saying I've changed, ever since I got some change But you'd do the same, if your homies turn out to be lames Graduated to the high life I'ma need a couple Grammies when the time right Just to make up for the strife life and the days I used to wish upon the night light I never thought I would make it really far by being alone Even though that's really what I was doing all along You can catch me just lounging in VIP I'm heating the city with no degrees I ain't gon' be chasing these broads I'm just chasing the money tree I'ma do it my way Dollars rising like the Joburg city crime rate And I just want the power; once I get it I'ma never let it go (Mugabe) As-Salaam Alaikum to all the paper I'm getting You making a living I'm making a killing I don't want the fame if it don't come with millions They say I'm the one I think I believe them I ain't mistaken there ain't a rapper down under that's cakin' Everyone claim that they king but they faking I feel like Australia mine for the taking, I'll take it, I'll take it now