[Verse 1: Berner]
You see the box full of money on the porch? Yeah, I prayed for it
I ain't even have to pay the girl to let me use her name for it
We are playin' with the mail, a few homies went away for it
They were waitin' on my call but I couldn’t catch a case for it
Anxious, waitin' on the next run
Tell 'em I'm gon' send some, I'm here 'til the check come
I was probably in the car with the weight
While you was fake talkin 'bout tryna make a play, yeah
We burned banks out and played safes out
Shit, I had to buy the bag its own place now
Bring the jack back, too many fakes out
So much work, I had to cause a fake drought
Bring the Bay back, I'm in my Maybach
I'm in the O where they learned how to make crack
Gold champagne, drunk textin' and I lay flat
On the way to London, carry-on, got a eight pack
My money back long, I bet they hate that
I was sellin' coke, freestylin' on the 8-track
Girl Scout Cookies, can't believe that we made that
I watched my mom die, Wiz helped be bring my faith back (Shit)
Yeah, I got my bag right, fuck waitin' on the next man
Four mil' on the crib (Four mil' on the crib), one-fifty on my left hand
Real plug talk, fuck a drug dog
Yeah, go ahead and hit me when the rest land
Real Cali shit, this two of the best to ever do it from LA and San Fran
Yeah, Game, go ahead and tell 'em
[Chorus: The Game]
Follow all your dreams, nigga, you ain't gotta wait for it
You can have the whole world, nigga, you ain't gotta wait for it
Fuck what a hater got to say, tell 'em you ain't gotta wait for it
And if we all die one day and tomorrow ain't promised
Why the fuck would we wait for it?
[Verse 2: The Game]
Bentley truck outside, I just spent 200K for it
Every dollar I ever made, gotta thank Dr. Dre for it
Used to dream about a '64, wasn't tryna save for it
So I sold crack to the fiends on the block all day for it
Niggas wanted drama
That was cool, I just ran in the house and got a K for it
Gangbangin', I was made for it
Runnin' from them demons and the deacon like a point guard at Wake Forest
My grandmother used to tell me that Compton was gon' to kill me
So I wasn't tryna wait for it (Wait for it, wait for it)
She was sleepin' on my dreams, so I had to stay awake for it
Wanted Kim K so I went Kanye for it, I ain't have to pay for it
I just bought a ten million dollar crib, all a nigga need is a lake for it
Baby momma got a 6 and she ain't fuck Drake for it
They say, “Money is the root of all evil”
I seen most of you niggas turn snake for it
Real friends, real friends ain't worried about your money 'cause the bond'll never break for it
Fake friends, fake friends only pop up when you rollin' like the bottom of a skateboard
That's when the wheels stop and you gotta cut 'em off, even if you get the hate for it
Real love, I guess it died with Pac 'cause nigga I done searched the whole Golden State for it
California is mine, tell Kendrick and Snoop
I had a shootout with Steph Curry and Klay for it
[Chorus: The Game]
Follow all your dreams, nigga, you ain't gotta wait for it
You can have the whole world, nigga, you ain't gotta wait for it
Fuck what a hater got to say, tell 'em you ain't gotta wait for it
And if we all die one day and tomorrow ain't promised
Why the fuck would we wait for it?
[Outro: The Game]
Why the fuck would we wait for it?
You ain't gotta wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
You ain't gotta wait for it
