Drive real fast cars, rags to riches

(What its go come in with a verse?)

They hate to see the type of *** that we on (Mike WiLL Made It)

The ice on chill, shoe game nasty

The bank roll won't even fold

These niggas jealous

I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places

These niggas jealous

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, these niggas Haters coming faster then I ever seen them come before

Racks on racks they say I was a one hit wonder, where I go

To the top where I belong, I'm from the corner slanging stones

Twenty mixtapes in a year, you know the type of *** I'm on

Fly, ***, only, that's just the code that I live by

Tell me I can't do it, it won't work, and I'ma still try

Try to hold me back and doubted me, they did it several times

You can never underestimate a nigga like my kind

I'ma rebel, I'm a warrior, and I'll destroy ya

All these dues I paid you go need more than a judge of lawyers

You put my back against the wall, I'ma come out standing tall Drive real fast cars, rags to riches

They hate to see the type of *** that we on

The ice on chill, shoe game nasty

The bank roll won't even fold

These niggas jealous

I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places

These niggas jealous

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

These niggas jealous Money multiplying, soov flatline

Y'all niggas can't even see me in the daytime

Bank' America on speed dial, I'm eatin' now

Stacking every penny just in case I go to war with y'all

I'm just a young hood nigga with a lot of class

And I'm swagging you niggas, body bags

You see the way I perform, these girls is loving my charm

I love my city and they love me back

My chain looking like a camera when it flash

I'm hungry for that money, and I'm getting cash

I'm in that big body with two hundred on the dash Drive real fast cars, rags to riches

They hate to see the type of *** that we on

The ice on chill, shoe game nasty

The bank roll won't even fold

These niggas jealous

I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places

These niggas jealous

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You want that Hermes ***, I got it for ya

You want that YSL, I got it for ya

I went from rags to riches and now I'm spoiled

I know some Freeband Gang niggas who loyal

They said we wouldn't be ***, but some finessers

Now we pulling up in them fully loaded compressors

And now the tables have turned, I moved on

It ain't no animosity, I moved on

And they don't wanna see you make it where I come from

And they don't like it that I'm famous no uh uh, uh

You need to take a look at what I have accomplished

How many niggas you know can turn nothing into something Drive real fast cars, rags to riches

They hate to see the type of *** that we on

The ice on chill, shoe game nasty

The bank roll won't even fold

These niggas jealous

I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places

These niggas jealous

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

These niggas jealous