Lil niggas gotta sit down, or get down
Yeah
'24 Chevy, this shit for the big dogs
Lil dog you sit down, my dog keep big rounds
"20, I wanna lick you like you ice cream"
Fell in love with marijuana, I'm a big fiend
I take cash under my wing 'cause my dog got potential
Bad bitch, independent, why would I control her?
Money getting larger and it feel I'm getting older
I just poured a four in a pineapple soda
Jimmy Carter ATL, we used to run the big door
Me and Ricky ruled back when we would do the kick though
Oops, that's the big dog, and I respect that
Money where my mouth at, and lately that's where my check at
My niggas never been the type to try to back down
Vibes at the crib, dollar sign in the background
"20 you know YG, can we go to Bompton?"
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
Okay, got 'em upset
Half a hundred M's, that's in one check
If you ain't talking money, switch the subject
If you ain't talking money, switch the subject
Only rep the gang, that's one set
Knew she was a hoe, she just ain't done it yet
If you ain't talking money, switch the subject, yeah
Convertible 'Vette, got my name in the headrest
Put my feet up, smoking a J, let my legs rest
Shorty say I'm on her mind, headset
You and her suck me up, y'all both neck and neck
You get mad when I cuss you out in public
Could have that life, it's the hustle you in love with
Every other day, make sure the bank get deposits
All blue ragtop riding down Slauson
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
(Rose gold AP and that bitch bussin')
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
(Whole P of KK, just got it through customs)
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
(Seven hundred horses wanna race? I'ma dust 'em)
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
(All my lowriders sittin' up like it's doing crunches)
Wiz Khalifa - Dreams Lyrics
Wiz Khalifa - Dreams Lyrics
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Lil niggas gotta sit down, or get down
Yeah
'24 Chevy, this shit for the big dogs
Lil dog you sit down, my dog keep big rounds
"20, I wanna lick you like you ice cream"
Fell in love with marijuana, I'm a big fiend
I take cash under my wing 'cause my dog got potential
Bad bitch, independent, why would I control her?
Money getting larger and it feel I'm getting older
I just poured a four in a pineapple soda
Jimmy Carter ATL, we used to run the big door
Me and Ricky ruled back when we would do the kick though
Oops, that's the big dog, and I respect that
Money where my mouth at, and lately that's where my check at
My niggas never been the type to try to back down
Vibes at the crib, dollar sign in the background
"20 you know YG, can we go to Bompton?"
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
Okay, got 'em upset
Half a hundred M's, that's in one check
If you ain't talking money, switch the subject
If you ain't talking money, switch the subject
Only rep the gang, that's one set
Knew she was a hoe, she just ain't done it yet
If you ain't talking money, switch the subject, yeah
Convertible 'Vette, got my name in the headrest
Put my feet up, smoking a J, let my legs rest
Shorty say I'm on her mind, headset
You and her suck me up, y'all both neck and neck
You get mad when I cuss you out in public
Could have that life, it's the hustle you in love with
Every other day, make sure the bank get deposits
All blue ragtop riding down Slauson
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
(Rose gold AP and that bitch bussin')
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
(Whole P of KK, just got it through customs)
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
(Seven hundred horses wanna race? I'ma dust 'em)
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
(All my lowriders sittin' up like it's doing crunches)
Yeah
'24 Chevy, this shit for the big dogs
Lil dog you sit down, my dog keep big rounds
"20, I wanna lick you like you ice cream"
Fell in love with marijuana, I'm a big fiend
I take cash under my wing 'cause my dog got potential
Bad bitch, independent, why would I control her?
Money getting larger and it feel I'm getting older
I just poured a four in a pineapple soda
Jimmy Carter ATL, we used to run the big door
Me and Ricky ruled back when we would do the kick though
Oops, that's the big dog, and I respect that
Money where my mouth at, and lately that's where my check at
My niggas never been the type to try to back down
Vibes at the crib, dollar sign in the background
"20 you know YG, can we go to Bompton?"
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
Okay, got 'em upset
Half a hundred M's, that's in one check
If you ain't talking money, switch the subject
If you ain't talking money, switch the subject
Only rep the gang, that's one set
Knew she was a hoe, she just ain't done it yet
If you ain't talking money, switch the subject, yeah
Convertible 'Vette, got my name in the headrest
Put my feet up, smoking a J, let my legs rest
Shorty say I'm on her mind, headset
You and her suck me up, y'all both neck and neck
You get mad when I cuss you out in public
Could have that life, it's the hustle you in love with
Every other day, make sure the bank get deposits
All blue ragtop riding down Slauson
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
(Rose gold AP and that bitch bussin')
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
(Whole P of KK, just got it through customs)
Too much McQueen, it's gon' really turn to something
(Seven hundred horses wanna race? I'ma dust 'em)
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
(All my lowriders sittin' up like it's doing crunches)
Writer: Cameron Thomaz, Robert Dozier III Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.