More Money And Long Lives Lyrics

Yeah

I got dreams of buying me a Beemer or maybe even a Benz

I'm chasing new money I don't need new friends

I ain't from the UK but mans on the ends

Of greatness

Will I ever make it

I don't really know but I'm tryna stay patient

All I know is that I'm not dying working a day shift

But God's listening so let me not say shit

But man at the same time fuck being gracious

I'm way too fly to be living so basic

It's fire in the whip when the rhymes start blazing

And fire what I whip I should go and get an apron while I'm cooking

Like Jamie Oliver

I am never sparring ya

I'm worried 'bout the money you worried about your followers

I saw your main bitch I had to go and follow her

Cause word on the street she a well known swallower

Of knowledge

She's heading off to college

Get yo mind out the gutter cause you getting off the topic

You focused on the beef and I'm focused on the beats

Tryna see it all through and really go make a profit, stop it

I'm really making a killing

Fuck raising the ceiling I'm fucking blazing the building

I know niggas that forgot about the music and the vision.

And went to go and make them a living

It's me I'm niggas

I'mma squeeze my triggers

If anybody gets in the way of me and my figures

They gon' see five fingers in the form of a red mark

I'm giving everybody a headstart

Five, four, three, two, one now I'm back on the scene

Attacking the seen, don't ever think of challenging me

Who else you know drops bars so effortlessly

And still manages to slide on the beat, I'm listening

I'mma get the Patek Phillipe, the left glistening

Then I'mma get the Cartier bracelet, the right drizzling

A pool full of money and women is my vision

And biannually visiting the Caribbeans

That's on the bucket

Right under having to never stick to a budget

On some if I like it I get it my nigga fuck it

When I get that Roc-a-fella chain on JAY-HOVA I promise I won't tuck it

Yeah, big dreams for a small man

But you're only as small as your smallest plan

In that case I'm Yao Ming to Van Damme

That's seven six to five ten just so you know

Honestly I could go 'til I'm comatose

Cause I forget when to stop then I overflow

I'm not human you're listening the Holy Ghost

I really start blackin' when I step into the studio

But forget about that in the meantime

Cause it's time to kick back and recline

I ain't bringing up your favourite rapper's decline

That's just something you'll eventually have to realise

I'd rather raise a toast to the Devine

To old friends and new times

To great food and sweet wine

And to more money and long lives