Yeah, we gon' call this stadium music, nah mean?

I think that's how, nah mean? Appropriate

It don't make you real, no, no

Money don't make a **** real

I was real before when I ain't have shit

I ain't took a loss, and my ****

Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons

When I need a new spot to hide it

I would stash that shit in the mattress

And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out

That poor fella got on fast lane

I lost my freedom and grandma the same year

I got back, copped me a million the same year

My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean

Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between

Ain't no in between when we fuckin', baby

I hit dance moves in that pussy like I'm Usher, baby

**** grab on my chain, swing Rich Homie Quan

Talk is cheap, so we have million-dollar conversations

Police tried to jail me, 'cause I swerved

I done relapsed on the drank

Got a **** slammed by the work

They can't understand a thing I say

Got some **** waitin' on the word

Waitin' for me to put them things in motion

Concentration stuck on the money

Tunnel vision, gotta stay focused

When I was locked in jail, I had a motive

Get the money, never go broke

Gotta start living by that code

Since then, I done made the most

Since then, I didn't have to prove

Heads are rollin', said I couldn't do it

Gave it all gas and I damn near bust the motor

It don't make you real, no, no

Money don't make a **** real

I was real before when I ain't have shit

I ain't took a loss, and my ****

Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons

When I need a new spot to hide it

I would stash that shit in the mattress

And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out

That poor fella got on fast lane

I lost my freedom and grandma the same year

I got back, copped me a million the same year

My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean

Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between

Business man, business man, paper

I was never late goin' to work

Simon said, "Get that boy to work"

Neighborhood, I would play the curb

Broke in here, only fifteen

Gotta make it work by the first

Hit the mall, Friday live, ball

Bitch, it ain't nothin' for me to splurge

I bought this shit when I was on serve

Stayed down, I had to wait my turn

I lost a couple shipments through the mail

After that, a lesson what I learned

Nothin' given everything

I'ma partner switch, only eight turns

Big money talkin', I'm cool

You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, yeah

Money don't make a **** real

I was real before when I ain't have shit

I ain't took a loss, and my ****

Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons

When I need a new spot to hide it

I would stash that shit in the mattress

And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out

That poor fella got on fast lane

I lost my freedom and grandma the same year

I got back, copped me a million the same year

My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean

Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between