Nightmare on Elm Street

Okay, you’re staying broke while I’m getting richer
Money talks, I ain’t speakin' with ya
Name is poppin' all on the block
And I don’t ever stop unless it’s for a picture
Nah, I don’t really fuck with the fake
I just hit the club, get drunk, get laid
With a bad bitch, I don’t even know her name
Even if I did, not a damn thing change
Now let’s play a game
No you ain’t fuckin' with I
I be the king on the rise
I get a text from the girl of your dreams
And when I read that shit, I don’t even reply
Oh my, my
NSYNC Bye, Bye, Bye
Lord knows I ain’t right
I just call her when I wanna hit that Britney one more time
I run this shit like a campaign
Your life ain’t as good as my bad day
You rappers give rapping a bad name
To get to my level, you better pray
Amen, look how much money I make with a pen
Remember the days when I couldn’t pay rent
Now I just spend then get it again
Girl, I swear I got it down and mastered
Have you ever had a one night stand with a rapper?
I don’t know your name and no, I didn’t even ask ya
'Cause once we get to fuckin' does it even really matter?
Yeah, uh, look
If you didn’t know my name, now you know
I got bitches up in every single place that I go
Up in London, to Brazil, all the way to Mexico
And they tell me that they love me but they only love the flow
That’s for sure
Now wake up, I’m all the way up
And I’ma stay up
The nightmare of your dreams, I got it covered like make up
Too easy like a lay up, my time is money so pay up
It’s crazy how I blew up right after a fucking break up
Sorry I’m not sorry, to harm me you need an army
You rappers fucking bore me and put me to sleep like Cosby
Getting bands like Ozzy, fans follow like paparazzi
Success is the best revenge
That’s what making a name has taught me
I’m done