Songtexte SUCCESS - JayCeeTheMan

My mind on success and I think imma make it
I hopped in the game but i think it's so Basic
My vision so clear like my eyes got the lasic
And my records so clean and i just have to Say it
I'm chasing these millions I swear I can taste it
Streaming my music them records I'm breaking
Cooking these beats you can call me a baker
You don't like my music I guess you a hater
The money come through 'cuz them checks I been chasing
Working so hard, hoes calling me crazy
Say what you want, but you can't say I'm lazy
Blunts in rotation I think imma face 'em
Cum on her titties, she plotting on babies
Saving so much, I need me a Mercedes
Songs on your shuffle I hustle like Jay-Z
My money like Jay-Z
Producing my songs I feel like I'm Kanye
Don't drink the gin, but sipping on Bombay
I need me a girl who walk the runway
Shining so bright she look like the sun aye
The pussy so good, got me looking dumb aye
Aye aye
Got me looking dumb aye
Aye aye
I'm gripping her buns aye
We just having fun
Ayeee
Go to the money can't run away
Grind on the daily, like every day
Most of my songs be throwaways
Don't want my shit overplayed
They lookin at me like a protege
I'm eating so good, like I'm overweight
I'm reaching my goals
Don't give a fuck it's far away
I'm chasing em quickly like ándale
I'm cooking a hit drop a bomb today
Bitch I'm boss
Guess you can call me a Don today
Drippin the sauce, like Gunna say
I don't buy nothing on layaway
If you not 'bout business then stay away
Yo shit like a lick it's a takeaway
I can't go to sleep stay awake today
I'm singing so good
Just like I'm Drake
Hop on this wood
Give me the play
Think imma just get the cake today
How many songs can I make today?
How many beats can I cook today?
How much shit am I gon throw away?
I think imma just have to work today
My mind on success and I think imma make it
I hopped in the game but i think it's so Basic
My vision so clear like my eyes got the lasic
And my records so clean and i just have to Say it
I'm chasing these millions I swear I can taste it
Streaming my music them records I'm breaking
Cooking these beats you can call me a baker
You don't like my music I guess you a hater
The money come through 'cuz them checks I been chasing
Working so hard, hoes calling me crazy
Say what you want, but you can't say I'm lazy
Blunts in rotation I think imma face 'em
Cum on her titties, she plotting on babies
Saving so much, I need me a Mercedes
Songs on your shuffle I hustle like Jay-Z
My money like Jay-Z