What It's Gonna Be

[Verse 1] I'm in the zone, they keep on getting offended But I ain't did nothin wrong, but tighten up on my business And now I'm making millions, everybodys' social They really too emotional, I don't have time to hold em' "I wanna be a billionaire," Me too So I can count a billion cash in hundreds on Youtube I get dirty money bitches bitches know it's ciroc on my rider I'm on stage with Diddy, Nicki, Ricky Rozay and Flo-Rida I rock Mauris without money, ball like Stoudemire, Amare Hold the blunt with my left hand to show my Audemars in Paris Look at all the I've accomplished, I just bought me 3 Ferraris Spent 5 million in my company if offended you; Not sorry [Chorus] What it gon' be? What it ain't gon' be, too many chains on me, too many rings on me Baby dancing on me, diamonds dancing on me cause my watch and my ring straight dancing on freeze What it ain't gon' be, dare anybody here to put they hands on me Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me, got some killers with some gats and What it gon' be? What it ain't gon' be, dare anybody here to put they hands on me Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me, got your dime on my line asking What it gon' be? [Verse 2] I'm a mathematician young street magician, and I keep on taking pretty girls to Lenox New Mercedes with 80 in it, watch me spend all 80 in 80 minutes Saks & Fifth, young true religion Bought a car so sharp it make the feds suspicious They say I'm too flamboyant, I say they're malnutritioned I'm in a rare edition, I think Le Mans edition Dare anybody here to put they hands on me Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me, got a dime on my line asking What it gon' be? What you gon' do Gucci, when you gon' leave? Still popping bottles pouring liquor on chicks; no need to lie I'm such a freak No need to hide, you so unique I'mma try to beat ya back down til' you weak Say you ran out of money then more for me, here's more for you, cause you a whore for me Don't be a whore for free cause we could ball right now, we Could do this 2, 3, 4 times a week From Zone 6 down to Camilton, I pull up in that yellow thing I put rims on, everything Hoes think I got them wedding rings [Chorus] What it gon' be? What it ain't gon' be, too many chains on me, too many rings on me Baby dancing on me, diamonds dancing on me cause my watch and my ring straight dancing on freeze What it ain't gon' be, dare anybody here to put they hands on me Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me, got some killers with some gats and What it gon' be? What it ain't gon' be, dare anybody here to put they hands on me Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me, got your dime on my line asking What it gon' be? [Verse 3] Like I'm in the lead, throwing money high, I don't care where it reach Spent 2 G's a week on haircuts, like 4, 5, 6, 7 times a week These girls petrified, almost scared to speak I'm in a new GT with the Georgia peach Got a condo right off the Florida beach, It ain't hard to reach, so nice to meet Every night with me you probably fight with me Sex fight on me and spend the night with me No rules, everything alright with me, nice shape baby Shaped just right for me Catch ball players in magic city show them boys how good my jumper is Making all pros look like amateurs I just showed my ass last night I had a blast My jewelry was so bright haters put theirs in the trash Pulled up in something fast just to make them haters mad Rims with the paper tag, paper bag full of cash [Chorus] What it gon' be? What it ain't gon' be, too many chains on me, too many rings on me Baby dancing on me, diamonds dancing on me cause my watch and my ring straight dancing on freeze What it ain't gon' be, dare anybody here to put they hands on me Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me, got some killers with some gats and What it gon' be? What it ain't gon' be, dare anybody here to put they hands on me Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me, got your dime on my line asking What it gon' be?