A lot of shit happen like being in show business a lot of shit happens like like I make a lot of money You know, and I'm really happy about it. I'm not bragging. I just want to say to make us so fuck. It's ridiculous If my father was alive today, I would go home I said dad I'm gonna tell you how much money Oh Niggas hating on me. I ain't used to that No, a couple people won't shoot for that I say no, no, no chill. It ain't no need for that Them niggas trying blowing they need me for that And if it worked for them with shit, i'm cool with that Plus how they feel I ain't got shit to do with that I just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack and trip off how much bread them crackers take from that Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, yeah, yeah It's been a long time since I have felt this way about something but now But now I'm controlling my mind. The days are warm. The nights are cold. The lost is found I'm found Lord knows I need something to fill this Boy, lord knows I need something to fill this boy Lord knows I need something to fill this boy Lord knows I need something to fill this boy Hell yeah, boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now Oh, hell no, fuck that Bitch got my first motherfuckin' million-dollar check Nigga, I'm goddamn lit, boy, you crazy as hell Hold up, here's my phone, real quick, this is my aunt Uncle Sam and shit What's up, aunt? Yup, hell yeah, I told you that check was comin' in I got you when it came in, goddamn, I'm a man of my word Goddamn, I told you I'ma have it, man, goddamn, I'ma have it for you, hell Shit, damn right But how much, how much was it, though? Yeah, yeah, yeah Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah Half, half, nigga, you crap, boy, you crazy Bitch, you crazy, bitch Bitch, you better fuck half my dick I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't make sense Where do my dollars go? You see, lately, I ain't been convinced I guess they say my dollar's supposed to build roads and schools But my niggas barely graduate, they ain't got the tools Maybe cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send get spent Hiring some teachers that don't look like them And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I spend Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of skin One thing about the men that's controlling the pen They write history, they always seem to write out they sins Maybe we'll never see a black man in the White House again I write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim Damn, do I even have a say about where it's going? Some older nigga told me to start voting I said democracy is too fucking slow If I'm giving y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's 2018 Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my screen Better that than letting whack congressmen I've never seen Dictate where my money goes, straight into the palms Of some money-hungry company that make guns that circulate the country And then wind up in my hood making bloody clothes Straight bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose From the concrete, he was probably rose Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his mother He did good at the white man's schools Unlike his brother who was lost in the streets all day Not using rubber, so right now he got two on the way Still sleep on covers in his mama house She can't take this shit no more, she want him out On the morning of the funeral, just as she's walking out Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses She remembered that she gotta file her taxes, damn Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah