| Forever finessing the plug
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| Got rich and I learned what the difference was
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| Looked at the top and said, «Bitch, I want all this»
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| Young with new money, I’m rich and obnoxious
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| On multiple drugs, now this shit got me nauseous
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| A cowboy, I’m reckless and lawless
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| Look, I win the awards and I sell out my tours
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| I need me a Natalie Portman like Thor’s
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| Matter fact, she’s just what I’m working towards
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| And I got the juice like I’m hooked up on chords
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| Party tonight at Borgore’s
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| Don’t talk to me like I’m average, bitch, we’re lords
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| Look, mama, I made it to Forbes
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| Look, mama, I made it to Forbes
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| It’s just things are just different now, you know? |
| It’s just…
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| And if it ain’t lit I won’t stick around
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| I’m high off some of the best shit I found
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| And I don’t chase girls, I’m just picking now (Yeah)
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| I guess things are just different now
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| And yeah, yeah, she knows what I’m thinking now (Yeah)
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| Luckily everything’s quicker now
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| I pour me a drink and I drink it down
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| Room full of boppers then I swing my dick around
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| They say when it’s raining, it pours
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| I mean champagne showers of course
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| And my chick’s way badder than yours
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| No, I don’t fuck with average fours
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| I cut fast like samurai swords
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| That boy he just works and records (Yeah)
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| Mama, I made it to Forbes
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| Look, mama, I made it to Forbes |