4MYCHILDREN lyrics

[Intro]
(Uh)

[Chorus]
I can tell you're tryna fit in
I don't care 'bout your feeling
I just wanna make millions
For my children and your children
Best believe, I don't f*ck with your opinion, uh
I just wanna make millions, uh
And its only the beginning
Real n*ggas in the building

[Verse 1]
You said you lookin' for them n*ggas, yeah, we be them (We be them)
sh*t remind me of some slum village, Jay Dee sh*t
'Bout to blow up like some helium (Helium)
I tend to rock around 102 BPM (BPM)
Some like a movie star, wondering what you see me in (See me in)
Homeboy don't ever step to Lou P again (P again)
Big up to Sango and my n*ggas in Michigan
Don't know my lingo, still doit aller gagner le pain (Gagner le pain)
Used to be, mm, arrogant (Relevant)
The more I got rich, the less I'm talkin', damn
Just a humble Haitian
I try to keep my mind right 'cause all I got is a chance at this
So if you see me offline, means I'm stayin' focused
Eyes on the prize, sh*t, I'm tired of hopin'
b*tch, I'm 'bout makin' sh*t happen
Kids gon' be eatin' off this rappin'
Gonna be livin' better than their dad
[Chorus]
I can tell you're tryna fit in
I don't care 'bout your feeling
I just wanna make millions
For my children and your children
Best believe, I don't f*ck with your opinion, uh
I just wanna make millions, uh
And it's only the beginning (Yeah)
Real n*ggas in the building

[Verse 2]
What's on your agenda?
She make time 'cause I sling the hammer, uh (I sling the hammer)
Pull out your cameras, yeah (Woah)
Flashin' lights, baby, get the angles right
Definitely not sober
Her girlfriend wants to come over
This 'bout to be a hell of a hangover (Yeah)
Give 'em hell 'cause the chip on my shoulder
f*ck you thought? (f*ck you thought?)
You could buy a crib with the jewellery I bought
Cash in my hand, I just do what I want (Yeah)
Shorty in a trance, saw the Benz in the front (Word)
When times get rough, mandé bon dieu pardon
Mandé bon dieu pardon
Mandé bon dieu pardon
Need the cash in advance or I ain't gon' show up (Gon' show up)
Snakes in the grass, I just cut 'em all off (Cut 'em all off)
I swear these n*ggas movin', actin' like they know us
[Chorus]
I can tell you're tryna fit in
I don't care 'bout your feeling
I just wanna make millions
For my children and your children
Best believe, I don't f*ck with your opinion, uh
I just wanna make millions, uh
And it's only the beginning (Yeah)
Real n*ggas in the building