Lyrics:

I'm building up my money, call it skyscraper paper
I got models, I got strippers, I got bitches I'm a player
I'm in that residential, waving hi to my neighbors
Then I'm on that next flight saying bye to my neighbors

I made it outta my hood
I know some niggas wish I was back there
That's why old friends is just old friends
I'm in chuck taylors with a low brim
Got my old Tims and my North Face
From the old days in that cold place
Now it's rose and good kush
California living on my sole face
I got no shame, from the nose bleeds to the center stages at long way
How I got here? Niggas want to act like it's not fair
Just cause I know millionaires who know billionaires
Cause i'm a thousandaire who trynna get there
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