[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Twenty million dollars falling from the sky
Yeah, yeah
Twenty million dollars falling from the sky
Hands like a fan, going left to right
Barcelona in the morning, city nights
Fifty-five plus forty-five

[Chorus]
Yeah, twenty million dollars falling from the sky
Hands like a fan, going left to right
Barcelona in the morning, city nights
Fifty-five plus forty-five, I'm a different type, but
You already know
One-of-one [?] screaming, "YOLO," and I'm going one-on-one, ayy
What's traffic when I know how to switch lanes?
What's magic? I remember building everything

[Post-Chorus]
Time passed and my passion is still the samе
Old habits, a couple of 'em gotta stay
Get paid, thank God rеally ain't shit changed
Talking like they know me, they don't even know my full name
Hopscotch, tic-tac-toe, grade school games
You know they bored, ain't got nothing going on anyways
[Verse]
I'm the antithesis, I'm young, lit, and experienced
Eccentric and pensive, my life ain't no experiment
You know the difference, you know what the real is
I've been putting this work in, no slack on my purpose
I see past the surface, the plastic, the Percs
Think my life is a verse, I won't rest 'til it's perfect
And that just means that I don't sleep until I put my heart in it
Just like [?] it's up to you if you get it
Maybe there's more of me, then maybe there's no time limit
Maybe it's what I'm feeling, maybe this is what I'm seeing

[Chorus]
Yeah, twenty million dollars falling from the sky
Hands like a fan, going left to right
Barcelona in the morning, city nights
Fifty-five plus forty-five, I'm a different type, but
You already know
One-of-one [?] screaming, "YOLO," and I'm going one-on-one, ayy
What's traffic when I know how to switch lanes?
What's magic? I remember building everything

[Post-Chorus]
Your standard's imaginary, mine ain't
Old habits, a couple of 'em gotta stay
Get paid, thanks, God, really ain't shit changed
Talking like they know me, they don't even know my full name
Hopscotch, tic-tac-toe, grade school games
You know, just bored, ain't got nothing going on anyways
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, going on anyways
Twenty million dollars falling from the sky
Twenty million dollars falling from the sky
Twenty million dollars falling from the sky
Twenty million dollars falling from the sky
Twenty million dollars falling from the sky
Hands like a fan, going left to right
Barcelona in the morning, city nights
Fifty-five plus forty-five, I'm a different type, but
You already know
One-of-one [?] screaming, "YOLO," and I'm going one-on-one, ayy
What's traffic when I know how to switch lanes?
What's magic? I remember building everything