What I gotta do to go buy me a mansion, huh? Fuck is this
I wasn't sposed' to be broke for this long, dammit what a bitch
And my manager told me nigga you gon' be rich
That was last year, now I'm living in the ghetto with the crack heads
Working at McDonalds as a god damn cashier, aint this a bitch!
Liquor got me lightheaded, sip it till the light red and
I aint go to college, I aint good at nothing else
So if this don't work out then I wonder where my life headed, I aint got shit!
Tired of being stranded, I got to go and get it
Living in hell thats a heaven full of bitches and
I'm scared to fall in love but I never will admit it
Shit I never could've dated, call me to the door, I gotta leave
Real cocky to them hoes that say hi to me,
Like I'm the best thing you heard bitch don't lie to me, don't you lie to me
Trying to play the lottery, maybe I could hit the powerball
Got fifty fly cars and then drive em all
Just so I can feel like a rich nigga, got it all
(this nigga got it all)
Bitch you aint shit and these broads ain't loyal
Hoes wont relate but these songs aint for you
And the game aint the same so along came Joyner
Standing around like you aint get the fucking picture
Let me paint it for you, I aint playing with you
Awaiting for illuminati just so I can get a cheque,
Heres my soul lemme trade it to you
Coz what I gotta do to go and buy me a mansion huh? Fuck is this
I wasn't sposed to be broke for this long god dammit, what a bitch
I said my manager told me nigga you gon' be rich, yeah right
I need a mansion on the water and a yacht for my momma
Throw a party while we're bumping bare white
Nigga I just want a mansion
What the fuck I gotta do to go and buy me a mansion, huh? Fuck is this
I wasn't sposed to be broke for this long god dammit, what a bitch
And my manager told me Joyner you gon be rich, a year later
Now I'm living in the ghetto with the haters,
Working at Dennies as a motherfucking waiter, nigga aint this a bitch
Liquor got me light headed, sip it till the light red and
I aint got no back up plan, so if this aint work out, then I wonder where my life headed
I aint got shit, Im tired of being broke, gotta get it all
Plus a nigga need drawers gotta hit the mall
Aint no cameras in the mall so I bend the law, I gotta bend the law
Point me to the door, I'm winning now
Yeah I'm trynna get some head, bitch it's been a while
And dont be acting brand new coz your friends around, coz your friends around
Trynna hit the lotto 30 million in deposit or
Cop a mansion with a safe and a
(?)
Just to feel like a rich nigga got it all, this nigga got it all
It's all paranoia, got a call from my lawyer
I should've went to prison but the bars aint for ya
And the game aint the same so along came joyner
Standing around like you dont get the fucking picture
Let me paint it for you, I aint playing with you
Awaiting for illuminati just so I can get a break
Heres my soul lemme trade it to you
Coz what I gotta do to go and buy me a mansion huh? Fuck is this
I wasn't sposed to be broke for this long god dammit, what a bitch
I said my manager told me nigga you gon' be rich, yeah right
I need a mansion on the water and a yacht for my momma
Throw a party while we're bumping bare white
Nigga I just want a mansion
Writer(s): David Kraft, Tim Wilke, Joyner Maurice Lucas
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