DRAM - WWYD? lyrics

Ooh, if you gotta check in your name
For a hundred thousand dollars
Honestly, what would you do?
Ooh, what would you do? What would you do?
Ooh, if you got that check in
Your name would you try to
Solve everyone's problems with dollars
'Cause, what's it to you?
What's it to you?

Now, I'ma start this off
Sayin' a hunnid racks
Doesn't mean you're rich
Please know this as a fact
I wish there was somebody that
Had told me that and if they did
I'm sorry for opposin' that
What would you do is what I'm askin'
Since you know it all right?
You say save but really wanna blow
It all in four nights
You really wanna chain
Don't you? and a Rollie
Vacation, first class for you and the homies
Bitch on my moms, you go broke like that
They only helped y'all to
Help smoke yo' packs
Everybody eats if everybody works
I don't want you on the streets
But at least be on the curb
And they gon' say 'we'
To include themselves go on all types of
Rants tryna prove themselves
Put it on pause
Stop that shit from goin' on
If they show you empty pockets
You gon' find them niggas

Ooh, if you gotta check in your name
For a hundred thousand dollars
Honestly, what would you do?
Ooh, what would you do? What would you do?
Ooh, if you got that check in
Your name Would you try to
Fix everyone's problems with dollars
'Cause, what's it to you?
What's it to you?

Now, let me tell you this
Lil' story 'bout mine
Towards Summer '15, what month
Start of July
I got me a check just short of 150
Or north of 130 Or one-thousand Benjie's
Yeah, I threw my momma
I think like twenty-five
Fuck them college loans
'cause twenty-two isn't right
Twenty-five in Airbnb alone, that's no lie
But, I still had to provide
Plus, I had paid all my dealer's best
Who let me slide? 'Cause it be's like that
ATM knows where yo card, it turned off
When I had a job, I was not seen at all
I was still drivin' on E, no gas
Nothing but lint in my jeans, low cash
Hadn't seen a bank in
Like fifty-eleven years
Havin' others work the stove
Sharin' one forty ounce here
Straight outta no cash, them boom, oh my
Sunshine my forecast, brighten my sky
I tried to make it flip
Like old metal jam years
Still payin' high rent
Thank God I'm still rich

Ooh, if you gotta check in your name
For a hundred thousand dollars
Honestly, what would you do?