Verse 1
Yeah, I been winnin’, this shit ain’t a phase,
Coppin’ flights, private islands just to give me some space.
All these niggas talkin’ shit, but they stuck in their place,
Made a milli’ off the pain, now it’s all on my face.
She hit my line like, “You changed,” I’m like, “Bitch, I’m supposed to,”
Fuck a past, I’m too focused on the goals that I’m close to.
Champagne showers, these bottles ain’t cheap,
And if I ever gave you time, girl, consider it a feat.
Hook
Yeah, I’m too blessed to be stressin’ on the old shit (old shit),
Niggas throwin’ shade, I’m like, “Oh shit” (oh shit).
Runnin’ plays, I’m the one they put the dough with,
Ten toes down, I ain’t foldin’ on my own shit.
She wanna vibe, but I’m too busy stackin’ figures,
Can’t lie, I had to cut off some of my niggas.
Fake love got me colder than December,
Middle fingers to the snakes, I won’t remember.
Verse 2
Late nights in the penthouse, the city look alive,
I been movin’ like a king, keep a queen by my side.
Took some Ls, now I’m up, yeah, I learned from the ride,
Now it’s Rollies and Pateks when I’m checkin’ the time.
She said, “Why you actin’ distant?” Girl, I been on my grind,
Told her love don’t pay the bills, and I’m addicted to the climb.
All these rappers lookin’ thirsty, tryna sip what’s mine,
But I been cookin’ like the chef, this a Michelin vibe.
Hoo