The climb began, more money came in, but there was no time for affection.
Funny how wealth blooms, but love doesn’t.
I’ve got scars on my heart, my soul’s covered in bruises.
As long as there’s a villa on a hill with an ocean view in Indonesia.
I live in a world where real money moves, not just chains around — better to stay silent, no questions asked.
In a world where talk is cheap, and actions come first.
Where the boys fly like they’re playing for Philly,
They’ve got a vision like A Milli, I’m in the back seat,
Not thinking about love, just money — I’m a magnet for them.