No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
I put a lil’ money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
Forty-thousand for the big face
[Verse 2]
Lock that money in a big safe

In the trap, got off a whole thang
But I’m a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college
[Verse 1]

And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
[Chorus]
We ’bout to party just like Rick James
You thought wrong, my nigga
Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
Forty-thousand for the big face
I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga?
I ain’t never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
We in Miami on Biscayne
Ain’t no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it’s me
Teachers told me I would never make
[Chorus]
I wasn’t in the club, put it up, I was saving
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
We in Miami on Biscayne
[Chorus]
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Teachers told me I would never make
My only friend is a Ben Frank
I flushed it all when them folks came
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed

Told mama close the door, ’cause I’m jumpin’ off the porch

And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed
Came home, saw a million, then I made some
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college
Money made, but I’m the same me, nigga
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Fuck you then
Albert Einstein, I’m insane
Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
Forty-thousand for the big face
My only mission is to get paid
Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
I wanted money just like Kinte

[Intro]
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Never switch it up, I’m the same Quan
If you ever think I was falling off
Oh, now I’m up by Biscayne
If you ever thought I was going broke
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
We in Miami on Biscayne