You're never rich, it ain't enough You got a house but not a home Paint a picture but it's rough You thought you done it in a day But Rome was never built this way Twenty calls that you get Tellin' you to take a break, but I can never take a break I've gone too long without a break This shit didn't happen by mistake I planned for this shit I am who I am 'cause I'm me in this shit I don't need acceptance from you in this shit I don't need assumptions from you in this shit Your two pennies don't make it a hundred, you dig? I'm a hundred and not ninety-eight in this shit I'm known in the T, ninety-eights with this shit Huncho the wizzard, Houdini, the brick Huncho, I hustled, I didn't hit a lick They Google all day "How to get rich quick? ", I think it's evident (Bitch) That you got no money, it's evident (Bitch) I know money means nothin', it's evident (Bitch) You act like you do but you don't in this bitch You go on dates with these bruddas that pay for your shit In exchange for some pussy, you give 'em the shit Then he goes to procede, and just give you the dick Standards and motives, that's out the window You make with your girl and she learns all your lingo You don't even know what she done in the past They keep on talking 'bout what's in the future The woman you love she'll be out of there Sooner than lightning The bond was electric, it was in the tummy You both took a break like you're sharin' the chocolate And the very next day, she gave someone the kit The game so gritty The other day I came across my old fiend He's clean now, don't call him a nitty He don't even know that I'm Huncho He knows me as Adam from Willesden Green He don't even know I got money machines I count money then polish with grease (Please)
Focused on the money, I don't wake, I just bake Then it's back to the bando with the cake Back to the bando with the cake, no slice Share it out with the guys, no more sheeps in disguise I'm a wolf, no disguise You can't fool me tonight I can feel all the lies Focused on the money, I don't wake, I just bake Then it's back to the bando with the cake Back to the bando with the cake, no slice Share it out with the guys, no more sheeps in disguise I'm a wolf, no disguise You can't fool me tonight I can feel all the lies
Came in the game by myself And my heart and my gun and they both so clean (Clean) Dirty money got my hands on clean had dreams Of an ocean beach (Beach) Years that I spend where I lost some G's I hope they all find peace Wish that time could freeze Cruise in a big body Benz, all summer It's all so far from the ends, oh (The ends, oh) I'm tryna touchdown in the endzone Got this bad guy, ain't tryna let go (Ain't tryna let go) They turned their back on me Then turned right back now I'm tryna let go (Time to let go) And I had to build these blocks all From the ground up like a child playin' Lego (Lego, yeah) My lawyer told me, "Case closed" Then I got another case And I'm up in the (High) Got, gettin' fades Who said I'm in a race I'm just takin' my time (Takin' my time) They gon' question my drive (They gon' question my drive) Seven figures, that's light (Seven figures, that's light) Flippin' old times pack (Time, time)
I got money on this fuckin' table Bitches want to fuck but I ain't able Bitches want some cake but I ain't able Lost my mind for a time but now I'm stable I got money on this fuckin' table Bitches want to fuck but I ain't able Bitches want some cake but I ain't able Lost my mind for a time but now I'm stable
Compositores: Conor George Mulcahy, Mujtaba Khan, Luke Caleb Honeywood (Luke Honeywood) ECAD: Obra #35038922