Selling Dreams

Lyrics

[Intro: Fetty Wap] Yeah baby (Yeah) Yeah baby Aye, uhh [Chorus: Fetty Wap] I got what you need Count a million off of rap, all in the streets Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams [Refrain: Fetty Wap] Don't know what I seen No such thing as fish scale, my whipped butter cream I'm a real trap nigga, ain't no [?] I got birds, call them Larry, number 33 [Chorus: Fetty Wap] I got what you need, baby Count a million off of rap, all in the streets Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams, baby [Verse 1: Trapboy Freddy] We ain't selling dreams Might go Prada jeans My hood proud of me We get powder cheap Hit all my traps, I'm still gon' get it Fuck my opps, I know they fear me Smoke out the L, I'm still gon' sell it Too many bowls, I can't even [?] Put a few pounds in a food truck I'll put down, that's a coupon Girl on girl, man, she too turnt up Make her perced, got the pills in the pouch Moving this weight, just like I work out I ain't never been in no gym for real Baby got a body, and she look like a goddess I'm tryna see [?] for real She want me fixed on her toes or something She wanna go move on these laws, or something Phone keep ringing, they ain't talking 'bout nothing I tell them come get one of these bowls, or something 40,000, I'm filling the seats Spent 20,000, ain't get the receipt Jumped out the whip just gotta pick up the key 28, get Alicia Keys 125 like the B.I.G Fit for these thousands, these dior jeans [Refrain: Fetty Wap] Don't know what I seen No such thing as fish scale, my whipped butter cream I'm a real trap nigga, ain't no [?] I got birds, call them Larry, number 33 [Chorus: Fetty Wap] I got what you need, baby Count a million off of rap, all in the streets Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams, baby [Verse 2: Fetty Wap] Aye I just do my thing They know what I mean Billion dollar dream I go for the team Pull up, I'm just servin' lean Bought some bricks, I'm servin' slap I wished up on every rat 'Cause my work is coming back 30 on a 100, I can cook it, if you want it Don't live with my worth Keep it real, this shit a 100 I had 8 ball sniffers, [?] Everything official, come and check it, if you want it Fetty, I'm with freddy I'm 'bout my spaghetti My FN with carats, 2 Go get money, who is you? My niggas, we love to fight And we love to shoot Let a nigga pick and choose What you 'tryna do? [Refrain: Fetty Wap] Don't know what I seen No such thing as fish scale, my whipped butter cream I'm a real trap nigga, ain't no [?] I got birds, call them Larry, number 33 [Chorus: Fetty Wap] I got what you need, baby Count a million off of rap, all in the streets Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams, baby