This a dream, nigga, faces on your neck
With these chains, both clappin, you gon' see which gold it last
Took a loan with your money, so I bought another house
And you fakes gonna see how many lives I live it out
Hop out, 2020, f*ck a bitch and call her spouse
All y'all hoes be loyal, till it's me we talkin bout
Tired of the fans, so I call them all out
And see who f*ck me next when it's your bitch on the couch
Hoe 30 figures, gold diggin' in my yard
What you opps wanna f*ck about
Took two off your mans and you still got bands
In the back lookin' up like, who gon' hear you shout
F*ck a facetime I'm f*ckin' up her face
A hundred dollars down, so I'm never eatin' cake
A ball down south forward bitches on my play
A ball go down and I'm at fault for comin' late
Pictures on my phone and she gotta get me dreamin
Puff out 911 Porsche, get me on my seating
Plastic in her ass, so I'm f*ckin' 50 being
Pattern, I'm indifferent, I'ma let him take a beating
Product of these bitches, got a pay on a payphone
Painful hearin' bitches, so they gotta pay me wage hoes
Top money got big business, hella odds
Hold the dollars, let me see which bitch just wanna f*ck the boss
Livin' on my shit, two days, I pray em like a god
Saint like niggas robbin' banks, stealin bucks, I'm milking robs
Sleeping on behavior, stack it like I'm Bezos
I'm strafin' bitches, dodgin' signs, that they don't try to fix those
Yeah, me and my cup, on my way to a thousand
Hop a bitch up, she gon' wait for a fountain
Dream big, die hard, life still tryin
And I'm back on my grind, 20,000 in the bank
With the paper I finesse cash only, never stress
Get my bitch and buy a coupe, when I'm gone, I get it back
That she said, that he went, that I left, and I'm back
Thinkin' I'ma make it dreamin, I should call myself a stack
Boko - Dreamer Lyrics
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This a dream, nigga, faces on your neck
With these chains, both clappin, you gon' see which gold it last
Took a loan with your money, so I bought another house
And you fakes gonna see how many lives I live it out
Hop out, 2020, f*ck a bitch and call her spouse
All y'all hoes be loyal, till it's me we talkin bout
Tired of the fans, so I call them all out
And see who f*ck me next when it's your bitch on the couch
Hoe 30 figures, gold diggin' in my yard
What you opps wanna f*ck about
Took two off your mans and you still got bands
In the back lookin' up like, who gon' hear you shout
F*ck a facetime I'm f*ckin' up her face
A hundred dollars down, so I'm never eatin' cake
A ball down south forward bitches on my play
A ball go down and I'm at fault for comin' late
Pictures on my phone and she gotta get me dreamin
Puff out 911 Porsche, get me on my seating
Plastic in her ass, so I'm f*ckin' 50 being
Pattern, I'm indifferent, I'ma let him take a beating
Product of these bitches, got a pay on a payphone
Painful hearin' bitches, so they gotta pay me wage hoes
Top money got big business, hella odds
Hold the dollars, let me see which bitch just wanna f*ck the boss
Livin' on my shit, two days, I pray em like a god
Saint like niggas robbin' banks, stealin bucks, I'm milking robs
Sleeping on behavior, stack it like I'm Bezos
I'm strafin' bitches, dodgin' signs, that they don't try to fix those
Yeah, me and my cup, on my way to a thousand
Hop a bitch up, she gon' wait for a fountain
Dream big, die hard, life still tryin
And I'm back on my grind, 20,000 in the bank
With the paper I finesse cash only, never stress
Get my bitch and buy a coupe, when I'm gone, I get it back
That she said, that he went, that I left, and I'm back
Thinkin' I'ma make it dreamin, I should call myself a stack
With these chains, both clappin, you gon' see which gold it last
Took a loan with your money, so I bought another house
And you fakes gonna see how many lives I live it out
Hop out, 2020, f*ck a bitch and call her spouse
All y'all hoes be loyal, till it's me we talkin bout
Tired of the fans, so I call them all out
And see who f*ck me next when it's your bitch on the couch
Hoe 30 figures, gold diggin' in my yard
What you opps wanna f*ck about
Took two off your mans and you still got bands
In the back lookin' up like, who gon' hear you shout
F*ck a facetime I'm f*ckin' up her face
A hundred dollars down, so I'm never eatin' cake
A ball down south forward bitches on my play
A ball go down and I'm at fault for comin' late
Pictures on my phone and she gotta get me dreamin
Puff out 911 Porsche, get me on my seating
Plastic in her ass, so I'm f*ckin' 50 being
Pattern, I'm indifferent, I'ma let him take a beating
Product of these bitches, got a pay on a payphone
Painful hearin' bitches, so they gotta pay me wage hoes
Top money got big business, hella odds
Hold the dollars, let me see which bitch just wanna f*ck the boss
Livin' on my shit, two days, I pray em like a god
Saint like niggas robbin' banks, stealin bucks, I'm milking robs
Sleeping on behavior, stack it like I'm Bezos
I'm strafin' bitches, dodgin' signs, that they don't try to fix those
Yeah, me and my cup, on my way to a thousand
Hop a bitch up, she gon' wait for a fountain
Dream big, die hard, life still tryin
And I'm back on my grind, 20,000 in the bank
With the paper I finesse cash only, never stress
Get my bitch and buy a coupe, when I'm gone, I get it back
That she said, that he went, that I left, and I'm back
Thinkin' I'ma make it dreamin, I should call myself a stack
Writer: Boštjan Hočevar
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