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Song Lyrics:

Huh, I'm talking 'bout dreams, dreams
Money on my mind, telling to get on my team, team
'Til I make you lean, lean
Tryin' to make you scream, scream
I might create the ball, trying to make you win, win
That big money that we flare, woo!

Diamond balls, ya'll Ni**as just gold plated
Overrated, foolish, yeah Ni**as constipated
I'm charged up, my brills are full, you get intoxicated
Only hated by dumb Ni**as, uneducated
I'm glad you made it, you right in time, step right in line
I'm in my prime, yeah mix it up that drop and grind

For your stereo
Light show, like a rodeo
Had to decline yo, I'm in Tokyo
Automatic dose, had to let the writers go
God damn!

Whis [4x]
Beautiful as I roll this
Splits [4x]
Then it's flight mode and that weed smoke
Sop and dop into that be shock and helicopter on my son Chewbacca
Backstroke and then I front-stroke, I'm on lit machine
Call me Michael Flaps, god damn, god damn

Medicating to fornicating, this shi*'s amazing
We're liberating, manipulating those suffocating
Yeah contemplating, anticipating the simulation

I'm talking 'bout dreams, dreams
Money on my mind, telling to get on my team
'Til I make you lean, lean
Tryin' to make you scream, scream
I might create the ball, I'm trying to make you win, win
That big money that we flare, woo!

Dreams [3x]
Money on my mind, telling to get on my team
'Til I make you lean, lean
Tryin' to make you scream, scream
I might create the ball, I'm trying to make you win, win
That big money that we flare

We so hungry, we won't stop
Yeah, we heading to the top
Yeah, we ready to go, ready to blow
Ready to take control
[3x]

We so
God damn
Woo! God damn, god damn
Woo! Money on my mind
God damn, woo!
Money on my mind, god damn, god damn


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