All I wants a million dollar house,
Roll up to the front yard in a fuckin black car
All I wants a million dollar house,
Drive up to the front door in a fuckin golf cart
All I gots a million dream,
Been thinking bout the money ever since I was a youngin, baby
All I gots a million dollar team,
Squad full of hungry mouthafuckas Tryna run it like

Tell me what you really want in life,
For real, the shit you been puttin off forever
Man The type of shit you dream up every night.
I feel, like I could never settle for whatever,
So I'm drivin in a whip that's a few years old,
Through a million dollar neighborhood to fill my soul,
With potential for the morning to fulfill my goal,
To manifest into a dream that'll kill all those,
Standing in my way, competition, I love em,
Cuz what's the point to conquer a city that's full of nothin,
I love it when you claim you got the star qualities, my apologies rappers like you come dime a dozen.
You not in the discussion, like a yes man,
You sleepin on me? You can take a rest man
Just put the paper on me like a desk fam
I'm holding all the rings, I'm the best man,
I'm the best man
People told me, don't you dare stand out, don't you dare stand out,
But really I just knows it's Cuz you muthafuckas can't stand out. Oh you can't stand out?
It's funny cuz, I'm the muthafucka that you can't stand now, That you can't stand now.
Defeating all the haters so you muthafuckas can't stand now, boy you can't stand now?
Hold up,

Wi de type of muthafucka afta everi dollar
Wi no really give a fuk about nutten
Money and de riches mi want all of fi mi wishes
me Nuh taaking to you, only fah da one ting

Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At?
Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At?

All I wants a million dollar house,
Roll up to the front yard in a fuckin black car
All I wants a million dollar house,
Drive up to the front door in a fuckin golf cart
All I gots a million dream,
Been thinking bout the money ever since I was a youngin, baby
All I gots a million dollar team,
Squad full of hungry mouthafuckas Tryna run it like

I'm tired of living for a paycheck,
A millionaire mentality will change that,
I know it's meant for me, I know it's meant to be, and not fulfilling out my destiny
Man I don't wanna face that
I know it's yours too,
You just gotta magnetize the money towards you,
To live a life of stress and poverty, and never properly support a family, see you cannot afford to,

What's a 9-5?

Yo it's a trap,

It's a rat race, keepin you in last place,

But if you gettin money, you just gotta Tell Em that,

Wi de type of muthafucka afta everi dollar
Wi no really give a fuk about nutten
Money and de riches mi want all of fi mi wishes
me Nuh taaking to you, only fah da one ting

Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At?
Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At?