Got It Made

I got it made, I got it made

Ain't none of you haters gon' rain on my parade

 

Dominate the game like my name's Christian Grey

My money is fifty shades

Rockin' eighty whips and chains, hey

Goin' eighty in a fifty while my girl kiss me

Threw caution to the wind, it flew by and missed me

Where your head at, Nizzy?

Been on the road, feel me?

Wheels turning, I'm burning faster than I earn it

Yeah I'm talkin' about that green

Been cut like deleted scenes

Rolled like lights, camera and action for my team

Filmed independently, my steeze is just mean

With ease, my rap game trapped between

let's see. Cameron and Scorsese

Tarantino, Cassavetes

DiCaprio, getting ladies... damn.

 

I got it made, I got it made

And none of you haters gon' rain on my parade

Word to all you fakers who been throwing all this shade

I swear I've been this paid since let's say the eighth grade

Smoother than a razor, give or take eight blades

Eat the food you made 'fore I break all your plates

 

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,