Rick Ross, Blxst - Couldn't Wait For It lyrics

Couldn't wait for it
Running out of pain storage
We was made for it, now
We getting paid for it
Aye, upstairs with the champagne pouring
It's just different when it's
A self made story
And I know I got more to prove
I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in 'em
But you can't afford the shoes
Settle if you wanna but I
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
Oh

I don't really stress over pressure
I think big
Who am I if I don't take
It further than Nip did?
Had dreams of being an owner since this big
Gotta set the bar even
Higher and switch gears
We don't do this shit for the prize
We affect lives
Gotta put that shit to the
Side like "What's pride?"
We gon' live forever 'cause
Never respect dies
You ain't gotta like it
But better respect mine
It ain't a question, I thank God
I'm blessed with a great squad
I'm grateful for Tru mom
I promise to make time
Circle of great minds
No way that we can't shine
Believe it but they gon' love
The Evgle in due time
I noticed they gon' knock every
Mountain we do climb
But the real ones looking back on
The grind like "'Bout time"
I'm still forever humble
In front is a pound sign
They never could doubt mine
Forever we outside

Couldn't wait for it
Running out of pain storage
We was made for it, now
We getting paid for it
Aye, upstairs with the champagne pouring
It's just different when it's
A self made story
And I know I got more to prove
I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in 'em
But you can't afford the shoes
(Yes)
Settle if you wanna but I
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
Oh

The love is genuine, thugs are innocent
Compassion'll never last
Get ended just like a sentence
I'm pulling up in a Bent
Knowing my money straight
They looking all through the tint
Imagine what's in the safe
I blew my new bitch a kiss
Caught it just like a case
Six Cartiers on my wrist
I'm a martyr for modern day
(Boss)
Top down, all I blast is Marvin Gaye
Ask Blxst ''cause Blxst got all the ladies
The money get complicated so
We go on vacations
The yacht a million a day
Champagne and PlayStations
Bottles still all black
Clubs still all packed
I'm pullin' her by the arm and
Trust me she all that
Trust me we all rich, such a small clique
Referred to as the Biggest
So must be cautious
(Uh)
Ain't no ceiling 'cause I put
It in the trunk
(Huh)
What's twenty million? I'ma spend
That in a month

Couldn't wait for it
Running out of pain storage
We was made for it, now
We getting paid for it
Aye, upstairs with the champagne pouring
It's just different when it's
A self made story
And I know I got more to prove
I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I would tell you to walk in 'em
But you can't afford the shoes
Settle if you wanna but I
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
Oh