| Eating dinner with the billionaires | 
| But truthfully, I ain’t make it there | 
| I’m climbing up a lot of stairs | 
| It took a long time for me to make it here | 
| And I ain’t playing fair | 
| My watch on tic, shit | 
| Turbo on gold, Lamborghini tho | 
| The top all gone like presto (it's magic) | 
| But they don’t hear me though | 
| Talk to the preacher (Amen) | 
| I said talk to the preacher (Amen) | 
| A long arm, yeah, reacher (can't touch me now) | 
| I’m saying words I hope they reach ya (I hope you understand, me comprende?) | 
| Genuine up in my features (Oh God) | 
| Came back, no glitches (Oh God) | 
| Front row seats to all games | 
| Then we throw it up like the ball games | 
| (Game six) (talk to 'em, talk to 'em) | 
| When I saw you walking by | 
| I knew I had to have you | 
| And I’d die inside if you came on by | 
| And you say hello (Goddamn) | 
| Like water to your stride | 
| But you never look in my direction | 
| (But you never look in my direction) | 
| But I swear it’s true and know if you do | 
| You ain’t never be the same again | 
| If you let me catch your eye | 
| I promise you won’t be walking by from me (hell naw, hell naw) | 
| If you let me catch your eye | 
| I promise you won’t be walking by from me | 
| Talk to 'em | 
| I’ve begging, pleaded and cry | 
| I’ve begging, pleading | 
| I’ve begging, pleading and cry | 
| Tried everything to make you | 
| (Tried everything to make you) | 
| See what everyone sees | 
| That you just don’t believe | 
| Could be me | 
| You gonna lose your way | 
| (You gonna lose your way) | 
| If you let me catch your eye | 
| I promise you won’t be walking by from me (hell naw, hell naw) | 
| If you let me catch your eye | 
| I promise you won’t be walking by from me | 
| Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh | 
| When I saw you walking by | 
| Tell you that we gone | 
| It’s too late, you can tell by my vibe | 
| Cause I tell yo nigga that we gone | 
| Tell ya that we gone | 
| Curtains in the back | 
| Man, we gone | 
| Maybach on the city streets, we gone | 
| If you let me, if you let me | 
| A lot of empty seats on the plane in the morn | 
| If you let me, if you let me | 
| Up in the air gone | 
| If you let me, if you let me | 
| 40,000 square feet in the crib | 
| 40,000 miles in the air, be gone | 
| Gotta bring the soul back, control back |