[Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
(I was dreamin´ of the past)
It´s levels, it´s layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh

(And my heart was beatin´ fast)
I got plenty, it´s so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"

[Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Bruh, you niggas ain´t flexin´, you crampin´
My weight keepin´ niggas on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin´ (I began to lose control)
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My niggas get money, get money, get money like Ye samplin´ (I began to lose control)
Gun stutter, make the drum line like Grambling
MGM gamblin´, blew a small mansion (I was dreamin´ of the past)
Annoyed ´cause this bitch callin´ Lanvin "Laen-ven"
Fuck who you stampin´, them niggas just stand-ins (And my heart was beatin´ fast)

Not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin´, "Top five," I only see top me
Award shows the only way you bitches could rob me (I was dreamin´ of the past)

[Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
It´s levels, it´s layers, so pray for the players, uh
Clip ´em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh (And my heart was beatin´ fast)
I got plenty, it´s so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme," he got plenty, yeah

[Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Bruh, you niggas ain´t drip, you dryin´
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin´
You and your bitch income combinin´ (I began to lose control)

I´m sending´ Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin´
Find ´em, I came up with Enzo drifters (I began to lose control)
So you gotta understand there´s a difference
There´s window stickers and window lickers (I was dreamin´ of the past)
You know the type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through, in your sister (And my heart was beatin´ fast)
We won baggin´ up the work, wouldn´t be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses
Made a way for ourselves, we ain´t need no wishes, hah (I was dreamin´ of the past)

[Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
It´s levels, it´s layers, so pray for the players, uh

We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas (And my heart was beatin´ fast)
I got plenty, it´s so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme," he got plenty, yeah

[Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn´t have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design
Critics, he´s out of his mind, haters, he´s outta his prime (I began to lose control)
Yet, always where the money´s at like lottery signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine (I was dreamin´ of the past)

Huff and Puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne

[Kanye West & Donny Hathaway]
Properties all across the board, this monopoly´s mine (And my heart was beatin´ fast)
´Came a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house would be mine
Coulda bought it but I ain´t like the way the kitchen design (I was dreamin´ of the past)
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger
When daddy´s not home, the family´s in danger (And my heart was beatin´ fast)

[ Pusha T]
I got plenty, it´s so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme," he got plenty, yeah