"Final Hour" lyrics

[Big Sean:]
Catch me running to the money until my feet lose feeling
Stack it wall-to-wall 'til it's leaking through the ceiling
Man, all fucking hundreds so what's that like a zillion?
Working graveyard shifts 'cause were finna make a killing
Went from intern to the owner of the building
Busting nuts counting money like: "Oh, what a feeling!"
To be seeing what I'm seeing
After I've seen what I've seen
It's like acting out a scene from a dream of my dream
I got a dream that's worth more than my reality
And pride that's worth more than a salary
And a text from the girl I love I stopped calling
Quote: "I hope it's worth all it"
Sometimes I feel I'm working just to work harder
And then work harder than who worked the hardest
Man the life of a workaholic
You either on your work or just working on it

Man fuck it kill 'em all we gonna need a ton of flowers
And if you need impossible give me 'bout an hour
It's time to turn a Polaroid into a portrait
Rocking street clothes getting money like I'm corporate
Younging getting it isn't life gorgeous?
Bet the crib on 'em and you'll end up with a fortress
And I'm 'a need that new condo, town home, brown stone
Should I fuck with the Dow Jones?
Or maybe I'll put money on the block instead
There's no need to save
I could get change off the street next to the meter maid
'Cause I need a main house with a piece of shade
Butler doing such a good job that they need a raise
Bad chick with an Angel ass and an Aaliyah face
Tryna show a little TNA
Hell yeah I'm tryna see the day
Man, life is so bright when you don't see the grey
The new school appointed me to lead the way
A real nigga to the DNA
Me, Mike, Grace, and Dilla
Sticking to the script
And what's-her-name still licking on my tip
Go ahead and tell these bitches who they're fucking with
Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks
Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks
Her mouth looking like Dannon
Because of me and Cannon
And to get where we at she had to suck a hundred dicks

[Big Sean & Don Cannon:]
Man I got on Versace shades, Versace belt, Versace shoes
I might've fucked around and been the freshest nigga in the world today
You don't understand man I came from nothing
This what I dreamed about, this what we dreamed about, boy
B.I.G. Sean Don nigga, G.O.O.D. Music
Finally Famous in this bitch. Everything. Detroit, what up though?
Ayo, Big. Motherfuckers always asking me like:
When you gonna lend somebody else eat?
When you gonna pass the baton on to somebody?
My response is: "Fuck! I look like Carl Lewis?"
I feel like Usain Bolt. I got it running these streets
Who else do it better than me?
So you can cut all the chit-chat out right now and just know one thing:
We're finally famous, motherfucker