I used to wanna rock a gold chain A bracelet with two pinky rings I got a couple carat earrings And I don't even wear the damn things I used to want Gucci, used to want Prada Used to want a Audi 5000, [?] bruh I thought getting it was stuntin' I used to think getting it was frontin' Cubic zirconia until I got something Uh oh! Here comes that rap check Take me to the store, I need a Rolex No, take me to the car lot, I want a Lex Driving 'round slow, this is success Look at all these girls looking impressed Yes! I'm in the money G Now watch them [?] no money tree I used to want a Rollie instead I bought a Lexus Now I got women rubbing on my solar plexus They wanna know where that money at But tell me would you love me in a Pontiac Now watch 'em scatter like roaches Got tired of dealing with them vultures Tryna stick it up like a poster Say ain't no love for them hoes bruh I had to figure out who I was Who I ain't, I ain't in clubs I ain't concerned with looking nigga rich All on your television looking niggerish Rah rah, rah rah rah, rah Or blah blah, blah blah blah, blah Nor always talking 'bout what I got Cause I know them wolf niggas keep a plot That's how you get got Think on it Gold Chain bitch