College Dropout Songtext
My main condo is brand new
I know I'm too hot to handle
Prayin', I'm lightin' a candle
I know that they want me to lose
They couldn't walk in the shoes
In the field, had to get that shit movin'
From the city, got bitches Houston
All that talkin' about won't do shit
'Bout to move out the West
I don't settle for less
I know I'm too hot to handle
Prayin', I'm lightin' a candle
I know that they want me to lose
They couldn't walk in the shoes
In the field, had to get that shit movin'
From the city, got bitches Houston
All that talkin' about won't do shit
'Bout to move out the West
I don't settle for less
Big house out in Jersey, no Michellin nest
Break bread like a real boss or you ain't one
I was broke but I got rich with the same ones
Say she don't love nobody
Brand new car, I'm ridin'
I got a stick inside it
I got my bitch beside me
Say you wanna come and try it
Wanna know what thе vibe is
I make more than all of my tеachers when I dropped out of college
I remember them long nights, I remember them long flights
Back then we ain't had nothin' to eat, now this money is nothin' to me
I would rather be dead than broke, you would rather be here than home
I know I got some room to grow, in the telly, I'm movin' low
Why you say you don't love nobody?
Brand new car, I'm ridin'
I got a stick inside it I got my bitch beside me
Say you wanna come and try it
Wanna know what the vibe is
I make more than all of my teachers when I dropped out of college
Oh, woah, woah-woah, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, woah-woah, woah-woah, oh
Oh, woah, woah-woah, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, woah-woah, woah-woah, oh
Break bread like a real boss or you ain't one
I was broke but I got rich with the same ones
Say she don't love nobody
Brand new car, I'm ridin'
I got a stick inside it
I got my bitch beside me
Say you wanna come and try it
Wanna know what thе vibe is
I make more than all of my tеachers when I dropped out of college
I remember them long nights, I remember them long flights
Back then we ain't had nothin' to eat, now this money is nothin' to me
I would rather be dead than broke, you would rather be here than home
I know I got some room to grow, in the telly, I'm movin' low
Why you say you don't love nobody?
Brand new car, I'm ridin'
I got a stick inside it I got my bitch beside me
Say you wanna come and try it
Wanna know what the vibe is
I make more than all of my teachers when I dropped out of college
Oh, woah, woah-woah, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, woah-woah, woah-woah, oh
Oh, woah, woah-woah, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, woah-woah, woah-woah, oh
