big sean - final hour lyrics
catch me running to the money until my feet lose feeling
stack it wall-to-wall ’till it’s leaking through the ceiling
man, all f-cking hundreds so whats that like a zillion?
working grave yard shifts cause were finna make a killin’
went from intern to the owner of the building
bustin nuts counting money like: “oh what a feeling!”
to be seeing what i’m seeing
after i’ve seen what i’ve seen
it’s like acting out a scene from a dream of my dream
i got a dream that’s worth more then my reality
and pride that’s worth more then a salary
and a text from the girl i love i stopped calling
quote: “i hope it’s worth all it”
sometimes i feel i’m working just to work harder
and then work harder then who worked the hardest
man the life of a work-a-holic
you either on your work or just working on it
man f-ck it kill’em all we gonna need a ton of flowers
and if you need impossible give me ’bout an hour
it’s time to turn a polaroid into a portrait
rocking street clothes getting money like i’m corporate
youngin’ getting it isn’t life gorgeous?
bet the crib on ’em and you’ll end up with a for
and ima need that new condo, town home, brown stone
should i f-ck with the dow jones?
or maybe i’ll put money on the block instead
there’s no need to save
i could get change off the street next to the meter maid
cause i need a main house with a piece of shade
butler doing such a good job that they need a raise
bad chick with an angel–ss and an aalyiah face
tryna show a little tna
h-ll yeah i’m tryna see the day
man, life is so bright when you don’t see the grey
the new school appointed me to lead the way
a real n-gg- to the dna
me, mike, grace, and dilla
sticking to the script
and what’s-her-name still licking on my tip
go ahead and tell these b-tches who they’re f-cking
man to get where i’m at i’ll make her suck a hundred d-cks
man to get where i’m at i’ll make her suck a hundred d-cks
her mouth lookin like dannon
because of me and cannon
and to get where we at she had to suck a hundred d-cks
man i got on versace shades, versace belt, versace shoes
i might’ve f-cked around and been the freshest n-gg- in the world today
you dont understand man i came from nothing
this what i dreamed about, this what we dreamed about.boyyy
b.i.g. sean
don n-gg-
g.o.o.d. music
finally famous
in this b-tch
errything
detroit what up though?
ayo big, motherf-ckers always askin’ me like:
when you gonna lend somebody else the seat
when you gonna p-ss the baton on to somebody?
my response is: f-ck i look like carl lewis?
i feel like usain bolt, i got it running these streets
who else do it better than me?
so you can cut all the chit chat out right now and just know one thing:
we’re finally famous motherf-cker
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