I just wanna make enough to pay dividends

[Chorus]
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
Less money, less options, lot of rules
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine

I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Look at them
How to make it in America
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]
Look at them

We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
New money, no class
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage
Look, I’m very important
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
And shawty got potential, I scout that
I’m the American dream
Uh
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
Then invest in black businesses
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
We the American dream
I’m like, "You funny"
We the American dream
New money
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Laughing at my haters like, "You dummies"
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
[Chorus]

Look at them
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance

The system set us up for failure
[Bridge]
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
Table dancing in South Hampton
God damn girl you know I’m a savage
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
New money, no class
We the American dream
Just another day in America
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
New money, no class
But it can’t break our spirit
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Another day in the U.S.A
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
New money, no class
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Jordan I might retire in my prime like I’m M.
Look at them
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans

Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
I’m the American dream
[Chorus]
So when that first deal came it was opportune

They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
Look at them
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah