Eyes on More (Explicit)

I don't see life on the long run

And I wouldn't say that I'm on one

I want a lot of things right now

I see Bugattis and want one

Some never move or they duck

I'm not that guy to be running

To everyone doubting me — tell them I'm at it

I'm 'bout to make moves you didn't see coming

I'm not afraid of you, I got a lot I can say to you

I'm not religious, I couldn't care less

About morals or moments I'm hurting you

I don't accept what you give to me

I know there's more in that pot

I want everything handed in gold

I want my records to buy me some real estate

Funding me hookers with every I sold

I got a different mentality

I want to get it to have it, I'm never cold

But I'm liking the status of Canada Goose on my jacket

The comments I get when I'm wearing a suit

Ladies who say that I'm cute

We've been surviving but you call that living

Now you want to stop but I'm not in the mood (Nah)

I got more than what I need

But I still got my eyes on more

Sex in limousines and coke-addicted hoes

They tell me dollars don't buy shit that really matters

But if money doesn't make you happy

Tell me what you want it for

I got more than what I need

But got my eyes on more

Methamphetamine and gold on all my clothes

They tell me dollars don't buy shit that really matters

But if money doesn't make you happy

What do you want it for?

I see you're comfortable now

I don't relate to that though

Blame it on destiny, blame it on life

But that's something that I don't spend time on

I see big meals and big apartments

I see business in big departments

I see two girls I'd buy a ring for

And I mean big ones, don't call me heartless

I got a millionaire's mindset

I got the power to change

They tell me dollars don't make any difference

But what is a Polo compared to a Range?

That's a difference, no need to lie, bro

That's like Congo to El Dorado

Like wearing nice suits to wearing cargos

A glass of white wine to wine in bottles, word

I see a mirror I smile in

Next to the one that I cry in

With twenty-four women aside of me

Waving my money in cars that I drive in

I see myself on the covers of magazines

People would dive in

I see them wearing whatever shoes, coats or ties

I'm styled in

I say it is what it isn't

I say I got the decision

People go over and over about

Until they end up with a tele in vision

I know my ego is growing

I don't see room to be giving

Maybe the life that I'm working toward

Is not the one I should be living