Lyrics:

All around the world we been plotting how to get the dollars
All my niggas in and I got em it it is not a problem
Coming from the bottom to the top floor I do it
Just For You (2x) [x2]

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]

Uh
It's top shelf everything
Just come with me just come with rocks like a wedding ring
My life ain't perfect man I gotta edit things make some changes
Get some change cuz I got the slanguage
Now how can I complain dodging raindrops of rain
I ain't talk golf courses when I say driving ranges
But not the new shit the oxford blue shit

With the bamboo on the dash
I had an eighth of blue dream we blew threw it and laughed
I stopped chasing them hoop dreams
As soon as I knew I could rap this good it should be a crime
Why you talking to the bouncers
You should be in line
I just step up to the front you know the reputation
The brown skin 6 feet and a inch
Forgot to mention that that lame shit is dead no resesitation
And that's my bad I left ya'll waiting

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]

Damn, I'm just arriving
Everything just starting man we fashionably late
And its tough because I'm still trying to adjust to driving
On the right hand side when we on these private islands
But I ain't worried about it though the homie got the tab the doorman got the bag
I'm by the pool with my shirt off and a couple tats
That skinny nigga swag
See bad bitches doing laps man imagine that girl that you used to know
Running with long crew of trouble makers supposed to blow
That was mean yo, its something you supposed to know if you hated this is
Just for you
Just for you
Smile let me see some teeth now
I know it's hard looking at me now
Just take a seat crowd around and take in the vibes of the livest one
I do it until the job is done uh-huh...

[Hook]