Dreams Money Can Buy (Freestyle)

Lyrics
[Hook] Don't fuck with me! (x4) [Verse] Not really good with names, store my girls in states Pop up on 'em, I ain't stop, open up your pearly gates My Sunday shawty, got the fly girl swag She call me Monday, probably not call back I'm in my drop-off Jag I spot a 'digger like a knockoff bag Jamaica nigga in-and-out yo' pad Now you house toe-tagged I clear 'em all like pins, bowl 'em back-to-back Black girl in my new white Benz, loaded mac, all rap Manipulate the mind, the Omen as I trap I'm what this bitch been trying to find, I had to clap! Beauty by the baddest, I average that Had to advertise; Eyes, thighs, and the ass is fat You probably can't keep up, catch a asthma attack Heart attack, verbal cardiac by the party 'yac They love me when they starving at, robbing at Bomber rap, blondie in my lap, weave and bobbing that She looking for a rebound, I'm looking like the center of attention Can't blame her for wanting to be down When we round, that pussy on lock, Master P found Trying ways to break out the crib, that's the P' now You niggas couldn't see me with my b-style Flying in and out the jungle, A.M.G. child Money to the have-nots, make 'em cheese smile Accountant on speed dial Dour like the dealer, nigga!
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Credits
- Writers
- Lloyd Banks