[Intro]
(CardoGotWings)
Oh, they know that shit around
4-1

[Verse 1]
I don't sell dreams 'cause I'm too busy livin' 'em
And I don't flash stacks 'cause I'm too busy flippin' 'em (Yeah)
Watch forty G's at the minimum (Forty)
Ask about Pay, since a youngin, I been killin' 'em (Yeah)
Don't bring dude around me, his vibe, I ain't feelin' him (Naw)
I know a snake before it hiss, when it strike, just hope it miss
I can't hold convos with n***as on that hopin' shit
I just used a condo for merch, I'm on some focused shit (Yeah)
BYLUG the label, 2-6 what I'm rollin' with
Pockets on some swollen shit, Patek on some frozen shit (Whew)
N***as blowin' money every day, I'm like what goal is this?
N***as tryna spend the most, I'm out here tryna get the most
Write a check and get a Ghost, owe me, you gon' get approached (Yeah)
By a crazy-lookin' n***a, I suggest you pay him, bro (Please)
Lil' boys say the most, grown men say the least
Paid the cost to be the boss, got my invoice and my receipt, n***a

[Chorus]
The money don't make you no realer
But I'd rather be a real rich n***a than a real broke n***a
Two choices growin' up, a job or dope dealer (Which one?)
Made myself a boss, I answer to no n***a
I don't need it on the flyer, they gon' know we in town (Oh, they know)
They gon' know we in town (Yeah)
I don't flash money or guns, but they know it's around (Yeah, they know)
Oh, they know it's around
[Verse 2]
I fronted work to have-nots, so they can have knots (Uh)
Now, I'm on the ave in the Benz with the ragtop
Sippin' Louis XIII out a red cup (Yup)
Plottin' on a black 'Rari with the red guts (Yeah)
I was baggin' regs up way before exotic started wholesalin'
Saw some different profit (Yeah)
No time for the gossip
Hit me up when you find a better topic
Like how to make money while vacatin' at the tropics (Boy)
I'm on some family wealth shit, you on some all-for-self shit
So tell me how you broke, but you greedy and you selfish? (How?)
Let that be a lesson, bruh, you fuck your own blessings up (You)
Burnin' bridges with n***as that would've helped you level up (Dummy)
Back when I would peddle dust, a n***a used to settle much
Rockin' a rubber band, but wishin' I was bezeled up
So I started grindin' tough, now I'm shinin' diamonds up (Yeah)
N***as change on you when they see you climbin' up (Fuck 'em)

[Chorus]
The money don't make you no realer
But I'd rather be a real rich n***a than a real broke n***a
Two choices growin' up, a job or dope dealer (Which one?)
Made myself a boss, I answer to no n***a
I don't need it on the flyer, they gon' know we in town (Oh, they know)
They gon' know we in town (Yeah)
I don't flash money or guns, but they know it's around (Yeah, they know)
Oh, they know it's around