They say what goes up must come down, but I ain't reach my cruisin' altitude (nope!) Take a look at what I did, but can you imagine what I'm about to do? The places I'm 'bout to go and the money I'm 'bout to see Gave Bill Gates some binoculars and said, look out for me Exceeded expectations, even at Def Jam Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures Cause I'm a self-made, nappy-headed rich nigga! Private planes help me travel in peace To four cities in one day and four countries in one week, 'cause I Work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart to Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef, so that bread, he get it Put 'em all in houses, cleaned up all of my friends' credit (true!) And now they witnessed all the glitz and the glamour Catch us eatin' at Straits Atlanta with women with table manners Ordering Singaporean lobster, celebrating coming from nothing To winning Grammys, and rappers winning Oscars, yeah And they say rappers shouldn't act, nah, suckers We see Samuel L. Jackson, like, "Wassup, motherfucker?!" https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu6oc5AnpJqlvWXIFGXKU2PoiQrf2ItlON0AQs0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n63q9v7huo8b
