They tell me keep it simple, I tell them take it slow, I feed and water an idea so I let it grow. I tell them take it easy, they laugh and tell me no, It's cool but I don't see them laughing at my money though. They're spitting facts at me, I’m spitting tracks catch me, I'm spinning gold out my records, know you can’t combat me. They tell me Jesus walks, I tell them money talks, bling got me chill cause I'm living in an ice box. They tell me I've been sleeping, I say I'm wide awake, tracks hot and ready so they call me Mister Easy-Bake: They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank, driving with a drank on an empty tank to the bank
