"Final Hour" Excerpt

Catch me running to tha, money, until my feet lose feeling
Stacking wall-to-wall until it's leaking through the ceiling
Man, all fucking hundreds what is that, like a zillion?
Working graveyard shift cuz we 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

Props to Big Sean, he earned his way into my top young favorites after this verse.