Done broke fingers and scuffles Carry trash bags like duffels

In and out the trap, David Blaine At the end we all just want the same things

Cash, checks, keep ice on our necks Shit, I want it on my wrist too

Are you happy to see me or is that a pistol

Girl, stop it, it's a three. five I'm counting down this rocket

What do you make of it? What do you take from it?

I just want the things, want the blings At the end we all just want the same things

What do you make of it? What do you take from it?

Promise not to envy, I'm a boss I just want a crib like Ross

Back to back is the motto Tryna get cream like a lotto

I mean a lot of it Money spread everywhere, it's like scholarships

You know I pop my shit I used to date a biologist

But we split Rather be on the mothership

What do you mean by that?

She wanted to study the earth, but I wasn't there

Looked scandalous, now I don't trust you with an empty cup

My **** pack six like it's sippy cups Gettin' turnt off the juice in my trippy cup

And turn the music up And lately been fresher than the rest

Like an Easter cut I ain't been to church since Easter, but

Turn the music up I'm just sayin

It's Cheech

What do you make of it? What do you take from it?

I just want the things want the blings

At the end we all just want the same things

What do you make of it? What do you take from it?

Promise not to envy, I'm a boss I just want to crib like Ross

If I said I hate you, know I meant it I don't mumble under tone

Hope you offended Smokin' like someone left the stove on

When you rollin' with me, how can you go wrong?

I'm still the man, yes, the story goes on

Pouring out liquor for the dead and gone

They're partly the reason why I made this song

At the bottom of the fifth like the Mets and the Yankees on

I'm sayin

What do you make of it? What do you take from it?

I just want the things want the blings

At the end we all just want the same things

What do you make of it? What do you take from it

Promise not to envy, I'm a boss I just want to crib like Ross

What do you make of it? What do you take from it?

I just want the things want the blings

At the end we all just want the same things

What do you make of it? What do you take from it

Promise not to envy, I'm a boss I just want to crib like Ross