New Money (from "Dope" soundtrack)

Thinking 'bout the throne
While I'm in the sitting chair
And I don't know when I'll get there
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, just know I'm heading for that
Big red bone is 'bout to bring the crown
I'm at the top floor and I can't come down
Now that's tight, yeah that's tight

Now let me tell you what I think is dope
How I get paid checks just to say what I want
Also got plenty of different chicks that I kick it with
And we be kissing and holding hands
Smashing and crash through clothes
Never flew first, but I have flew coach
Never got caught, but I have been close
And I never been rich, but I have been broke

And it's sad when you pull into the club with your shawty
Knowing I just took her, so glossy
All I gotta do to get her to go naughty
Is walk into the booth and then they can go potty
Damn and I run this thang like a stampede
So much smoke, that a nigga can't breathe
All ya girlfriends still trying to date me
I'm red lobster, you're shrimp scampi, and I

Gotta tell ya something, hope it don't discourage y'all
It's my first act, and your crowd is clapping for curtain call
Step through my mind, and I promise that you gon' be surprised
We're more alike than you realize, and I'm

Thinking 'bout the throne
While I'm in the sitting chair
And I don't know when I'll get there
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, just know I'm heading for that
Big red bone is 'bout to bring the crown
I'm at the top floor and I can't come down
Now that's tight, yeah that's tight

And as soon as I came in
That's when new women start acting all
Turnt up off that alcohol
We about to have a ball
Hoes on their toes cause they know I'm G'd up
And Pharrell's seen close, so I'm BBC'd up
Turn on ya TV's and you probably see us
And a lot of people think do you double these silks

Shucks, maybe I should let it go or
Quit racing and turn applications into the Home Depot (naw)
That'll never happen, no it can't be
Working at a farm, sorry it ain't me
Besides I'm out here doing my thing
And I proceed like, "Nigga, what's a Plan B?"

And them other niggas so sloppy
Plus they really mean to new niggas, so cocky
Look at magazines, and them niggas go copy
I'm only a teen, and I know that they won't stop me

All because I'm in the zone
Sitting in church while I'm thinking 'bout thrones
Converting them thoughts 'til they turn into songs
I am dog, throw me a bone

Thinking 'bout the throne
While I'm in the sitting chair
And I don't know when I'll get there
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, just know I'm heading for that
Big red bone is 'bout to bring the crown
I'm at the top floor and I can't come down
Now that's tight, yeah that's tight