I don’t really like listening to money lyrics… Most of mine are about being dope, but we’re probably going to lose next Tuesday and 87,000 IRS agents are coming and I’m going to lose my money anyway, so I might as well flaunt it. B**ch. F**king paid.
Lyrics –
But all this money wasn’t in the plan
All of this and I’m still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn’t in the plan
Now it’s all about them Benjamins
Ballin’ hard and you in the stands
All this money, I’m a business man
Got rich when they said I can’t
I made 11 mil’ and I’m still the same
Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million
She gon’ do it all for me when them bands come
‘Cause I got what they got, I’m talkin’ times two
Disagree with me and you’ve been lied to
Now imagine it, put the hours in and stayed passionate
Wasn’t blowin’ money, I was stackin’ it
Figured what the f**k I want to do in life and practiced it
Pay attention, none of this is happenin’ by accident
Game plan’s solid, no cracks in it
Said I want a billion now, nothing less is adequate
I was born addicted to the money
Difference now I finally found a way to manage it
What you think I’m paid for, nothin’?
I’m tryna be great at somethin’
Made fifty million when I went pop
More concerned with stocks and mortgages than little boy s**t
If you wanna know a thing about me, I’m ’bout my paper
First thing, If it’s ’bout that cheese, then I’m about it
I be stacking up
I made a million off a mixtape
I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, man
I was two O’s from a M, tryna be big as Em
made a hundred million
And, my music flowing through your city like drug money
Made a mill’ off rap, f**k drug money
Last year, I made seven million
Didn’t have to do a single f**kin’ show
We all young and rich
Just one up my collar gon’ show
Hollaback when you get sixty stacks for the show
Me man, I’m underrated
At least they never underpay me
Said I’m plotting on the next five mill
I went from the favorite to the most hated
But would you rather be underpaid or overrated?
I lost thirty mil’, so I spent another thirty
20k for a verse you need some help on a track
Baby girl just dance dance dance dance dance dance
If you want them bands bands bands bands bands bands
I know you can can can can can can
Drop it low like damn damn damn damn damn damn
everybody know that boy’s pockets is swole
Life good, ’cause I just got quoted two hundred a show
Oh no, oh no, two hundred a show
Overnight, all this money that I’ve been makin’, I gave it right back
To all of the people that made me, you know we like that
I treated everybody with respect and now I’m rich
My name is Paul Rothenberg, Attorney of Law…
And I hereby ratify and confirm that Logic is m**herf**king paid
Hold it, bring it back, uh, I’ma call you back, uh
Too busy countin’ stacks
Told Def Jam no less than 20 mil’—and they cut that s**t!
Finger-f**k the people said that never would happen
Built another business while you at the party
Handout, palm up, you cannot get this s**t here for free, nah
I got millions in the bank because my dream’s strong
Sold millions of records before the radio
You made a couple million, that s**t is gross
My net is 30, my record clean, my flow is dirty, right?
So much plaque up on my wall I need a dentist
I just paid ten million in taxes
Yeah, you know I am right, I just signed a 30 million dollar deal
How that feel? Godd**n right, no, that ain’t a rapper flex
I just gotta let ’em know
That money don’t mean s**t without self-respect
Built myself an empire
my talent put me in the mansion
I went platinum and double platinum then triple platinum
I spit the finest of flows, I count cash, you count hoes
I done made 20 million dollars (Preach)
I don’t flex to be acknowledged (Preach)
At this point it’s common knowledge (Preach)
Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry