Lyrics
Man
Too broke to pay attention
Main man, yeah
Man listen, man listen (shh)
All I got is this ambition (that's it)
A couple million make you stand different (hey)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like—
Man listen, man listen (shh)
All I got is this ambition (yah digg?)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it (look)
The game is friendless
The pain is endless
The game changed I blame these lame pretenders
My friends in Benz’s
Parked at the entrance
Inside you still hear the engine like, «wren wren»
This is your ending
If you’re offended
I dare you fuckin' bitches defend it These M’s is rushing through my blood like the Kremlin
I’m back with a vengeance
And this is what the sound of revenge is Win, win
Man listen, man listen (shh)
All I got is this ambition (that's it)
A couple million make you stand different (hey)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like—
Man listen, man listen (shh)
All I got is this ambition (yah digg?)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it (whoo)
Where I come from, you can’t visit
I talk money
I guess you understand different
Hand gestures countin' this shit 'till my hands blister
You can’t miss us Smoke weed louder than fran dressing
Pinky rings, hand kisses, soprano bitches
I feel like Paulie Castellano in designer stitches (ugh)
I heard 'em say I made Rihanna’s hit list—bitch
Mind ya business
What kind of honor is this
I tryna to see Madonna digits, all kind of riches
In Miami wine and dining wit' the finest bitches (ugh)
Everybody actin' kind of vicious
These politicians won’t let my brother, Mohammed, visit
I’m like—
Man listen, man listen (shh)
All I got is this ambition (that's it)
A couple million make you stand different (hey)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like—
Man listen, man listen (shh)
All I got is this ambition (yah digg?)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it (ugh)
He’s a fake balla', globetrotter
Bank account four dollar, no comma
I know you wanna pop collars, pop collars
I know you wanna pop, pop, for a shot calla'
Ugh, smokin' (top dolla')
Pull up in that (top dolla')
She got that (top dolla')
Pussy cost (top dolla')
(Hey)
Man listen, man listen (shh)
All I got is this ambition (that's it)
A couple million make you stand different (hey)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like—
Man listen, man listen
All I got is this ambition (yah digg?)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it (whoo)
