New Money - Buddy

Thinkin' 'bout the throne

While I’m in the sittin' chair

And I don’t know when I’ll get there

It’s alright, it’s alright

It’s alright, just know I’m headin' for that

Big red bone is 'bout to bring the crown

I’m at the top floor and I can’t come down

Now that’s tight, yeah that’s tight

Now let me tell you what I think is dope

How I get paid checks just to say what I want

Also got plenty of different chicks that I kick it with

And we be kissin' and holdin' hands

Smashin' and crash through clothes

Never flew first, but I have flew coach

Never got caught, but I have been close

And I never been rich, but I have been broke

And it’s sad when you pull into the club with your shawty

Knowin' I just took her, so glossy

All I gotta do to get her to go naughty

Is walk into the booth and then they can go potty

Damn and I run this thang like a stampede

So much smoke, that a nigga can’t breathe

All ya girlfriends still tryin' to date me

I’m red lobster, you’re shrimp scampi, and I

Gotta tell ya somethin', hope it don’t discourage y’all

It’s my first act, and your crowd is clappin' for curtain call

Step through my mind, and I promise that you gon' be surprised

We’re more alike than you realize, and I’m

Thinkin' 'bout the throne

While I’m in the sittin' chair

And I don’t know when I’ll get there

It’s alright, it’s alright

It’s alright, just know I’m headin' for that

Big red bone is 'bout to bring the crown

I’m at the top floor and I can’t come down

Now that’s tight, yeah that’s tight

And as soon as I came in

That’s when new women start actin' all

Turnt up off that alcohol

We about to have a ball

Hoes on their toes cause they know I’m G’d up

And Pharrell’s seen close, so I’m BBC’d up

Turn on ya TV’s and you probably see us

And a lot of people think do you double these silks

Shucks, maybe I should let it go or

Quit racin' and turn applications into the Home Depot (naw)

That’ll never happen, no it can’t be

Workin' at a farm, sorry it ain’t me

Besides I’m out here doin' my thing

And I proceed like, «Nigga, what’s a Plan B?»

And them other niggas so sloppy

Plus they really mean to new niggas, so cocky

Look at magazines, and them niggas go copy

I’m only a teen, and I know that they won’t stop me

All because I’m in the zone

Sittin' in church while I’m thinkin' 'bout thrones

Convertin' them thoughts 'til they turn into songs

I am dog, throw me a bone

Thinkin' 'bout the throne

While I’m in the sittin' chair

And I don’t know when I’ll get there

It’s alright, it’s alright

It’s alright, just know I’m headin' for that

Big red bone is 'bout to bring the crown

I’m at the top floor and I can’t come down

Now that’s tight, yeah that’s tight