Meant to Be - Caskey

Uh, I can see the envy, wanna be me

Balling like I got myself a genie

It’s hard work but it look easy

They far away but Lord I know they see me

They see me coming, seen the style, seen how I done it

They seen the game, how it changed and how I run it

Seen me coming, seen the check, seen the money

Seen the tens, seen the fifties, seen the hunnids

Off of shows, no more whipping at the stove top

How can I spread blessings to the whole block?

I seen a homeless man, he had on no socks

I bought him shoes, he sold 'em for like four rocks

People gonna hate you when you roll out

You can’t let that shit fuck with you, roll out

You getting money?

You might know about it

The key is not to make a show about it

I call up them killers, they get sent for me

I know it’s gon' happen if it’s meant to be

Baby signed me

I was in there wishing, I was grindin'

Opportunity when preparation meet the timin'

Now I got it coming, everything is in alignment

Yeah, you getting money?

You might know about it

The key is not to make a show about it

Get to whippin', you at the stove about it

Gotta figure out how to go about it

You gettin' money?

You might know about it

You gettin' money?

You might know about it

This year, I lost my lover but I found myself

Pull up to the rap show, high as hell

Ain’t a damn thing I gotta tell

Know the difference between your fam and your clientele

Pull up smoking weed at the function

When I was a teen, it was dumb shit

But everyday can’t be some crumb shit

I guess that just ain’t the way I function

Swerve through the city, they gon' show me love

We tell the girls show they titties 'cause we only thugs

I swear my life is way too good, I cannot hold a grudge

I got the baddest bitch, she with me, she don’t fuck wit scrubs

That’s because they seen me coming, seen the check, seen how I done it

Seen the game, how it changed and how I run it

They seen me coming, seen the check, seen the money

Seen the tens, seen the fifties, seen the hunnids

Its off of shows, it ain’t from whipping at the stove top

They been tryin' to stop me, they got no shot

One of my homies run the whole block

Til the police shot him, hit him, four shots

'Cause people hate you when you roll out

You can’t let that shit fuck with you, roll out

You getting money?

You might know about it

You getting money?

You might know about it