[Verse 1] To all hustla’s with the same interest Bow your heads as the Lord’s mention Prayer service held in the kitchen I wish they never found Jimmy Henchmen I’m what dreams are made of Cocaine Ronald gave us Then Nancy tried to save us By that time we had Motorola pagers Now we push button start motors Yacht owners, you small ballin, that’s pot water Menage a trois’ in the bath house Blew money on ‘em, bitches never bad mouth You glass slipper bad whores, I just cash out You open doors, I open jaws and pass out Luxury is just my lifestyle I’m Scott free with a million dollar bright smile
[Chorus] You niggas gettin’ money, I never hear about it The bricks fell, I skip jail, live to tell about it I’m what dreams are made of I’m what dreams are made of Sell that pussy to me, I’d rather buy it baby Look at ya purse you need the help, you can’t deny it baby I’m what dreams are made of I’m what dreams are made of
[Verse 2] Yeah, Louboutins under sweats A hundred just landed on responding to a text Niggas talk money but I’m still unimpressed When these thousand dollar sneakers got me feeling under dressed Hip Hop bores me, hustla’s applaud me Too much school boy, not enough rude boy Nothing match the feeling of pulling up in that new toy And it ain't even half of my safe, tuck like Jew boy Bentley with the rag-top yarmulke It says kilometres all on my speedometer Cocaine under my tongue like thermometer I got the fever, I never took a breather Need a way out like Nas needed an Ether Like Mike Vick chased by Peta More Pony hairs, more Zebras More pythons, more lizards
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
