Think About It (feat. Rick Ross)

Damn, man

I done just woke up a-fucking-nother day

Another dollar, another bitch

And another bankroll, hey

I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places

I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces

I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

I pull the the floor up, put marble down in there, renovating

Open the safe, see them rubber bands on them big old faces

I done bought everything that I ever wanted, but there's still empty space

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

Hot while my cuz in the kitchen, he like a slave whip (He whip it up)

My uncle died from that needle, yeah, it was AIDS, **** (My uncle Roy)

Turner field might be gone, but I'm still brave, **** (Say what)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

That money counter counted for me, how I'm a made man (That money, baby)

I told my buddy, don't renege like a spade hand (I don't renege)

These Cartier, but they used to be some Ray Bans (Rich Homie)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

Every day I'm Sunday fresh, I talk that shit just like a preacher (I talk that shit)

**** merge into my lane just like a car without a blinker

They don't hear what I'm saying, they're like a car without no speakers (They're right too)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places (Rich Homie)

I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces (That money)

I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing (Say what)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

I pull the the floor up, put marble down in there, renovating (That marble)

Open the safe, see them rubber bands on them big old faces (That money)

(It's the biggest)

I done bought everything that I ever wanted, but there's still empty space (Say what)

(Lil' homie)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

Reservations at Chops

Lamborghinis, no tops

Menages for lunch

Ferraris out front

We might fuck on the lake

So much paper to make

Rubber bands on the hunnid

Sip rosé in the paint

I made her quit her job

Moschino, she's a star

Versace in the fall

Gucci, I keep her raw

She's so clean in Céline

Pussy cute as could be

I like to take photos

I just keep 'em for me

Flatline, fuck her till that pussy dead

Keep her off that social media a couple day

She went and got a tat, it said a **** name

She know I got her back, I mean a million ways

I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places (Rich Homie)

I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces (That money)

I smoke a blunt then close my eyes because my mental racing (Say what)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

I pull the the floor up, put marble down in there, renovating (That marble)

Open the safe, see them rubber bands on them big old faces (That money)

I done bought everything that I ever wanted, but there's still empty space (Say what)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it