[Verse 1: The Kid Daytona]
Daytona, I want the fame and the fortune
The range and the Porsche and 34 ceilings in the penthouse apartment
To spend the fortune on clothes from Ralph Lauren
Oh, with the new girl, gee Dorsey
And who he involved with? You can check till you teeth
I mean I should be eating portraits on seas of San Champez
85 degrees and blue oceans where accents are green
The passion to see in life without a wall or a need
It’s like falling free, don’t it seem like everyone’s dream like your current dream?
Yeah, I can now see it in front of me, I won’t let what’s become of me
Become of me and get it all taken from me, at the snap of a finger
June turns December, the end of it and nobody can remember

[Hook]
First thing’s first, I heard that
Everyone thinks they deserve a little fame and fortune
They want it all, have it all
Lastly that I find, I am bout to go for mine
I can’t explain it, I want it, I have to have it all

[Verse 2: Outasight]
Back from hiatus, let me be the first to say hi haters
Tailored slacks, raw labors
Substance, style, we all lust for the papers
School of hard knocks, no majors
Everyone’s on ya tip, no waiters, still partying, no favors
Got Bacardi and some bitches but no faders
And now you feel me and now you don’t
I don’t care, I lost my mind and my wallet
So I got no ideas, years of raising the bar and breaking in glass cheers
Who knew it’d be so stressful to be successful?
But now that I’m here, revenge is a dish best served cold
So use it as an F-U to those who test you
[Hook]

[Bridge: Outasight]
I want a house in the hills, don’t worry bout bills, I want it all
I want the flyest clothes and the finest hoes, I want it all
Don’t care about greed, gimme what I need and so much more…

[Verse 3: Donny Goines]
And now everything that always glitters ain’t gold
You listen to hoes and all the sudden mimic the flow
Visions of dough and how you look exquisite in clothes you can’t afford
That ain’t the cause but you ripping these hoes, right?
You want the cover of GQ, centerfolds and seafood
Diddy got it, why not me? You can drive a Bentley, fly on private jets
And dive all night, now you wonder why you in debt
From models and poles, put models in shows
When I was in fold, you be the greatest famous marvel they know
Grace the stage, bouncing from state to state, no longer day to day
Living in graded space, no wonder, you got it major flossing
But in reality, there ain’t no major boss men
You living with your mama and your baby’s toilet
So why you fixated on the fame and fortune? Get a job n***a