Lyrics

The Dream-More Dollars More Drama

Intro-

Big Trucks, Big Benz, Rims Spin I'm a baller
More Dollars, more drama, holla I'm a shot caller
Get that paper scrapper, watch haters they run up on ya
We just don't stop till we drop, stay on top 360

-Yo did you see then rimses they were spinning?

Verse One:

A player not by choice ma it's in my blood
here it all up in my voice
-I can dig it
that's what's up
I'm something like a late 70's pimp cadillac truck
mirror tint, see yourself when squint
I gotta a dutch so don't get buck when niggas wanna get bent
Pimp, I ain't come up, was sent to fuck the game up
excuse my french lord, I'm just tense
But I'm a change up, switch styles, crystal
600 benz wow
Big Guns pow pow, more fake friends smile
hoes come up out they clothes like they on fire
-owww
they wanna see me get it in a blow 100 thou in a weekend
see my visions spending big chips
but it don't matter more dollars more drama shit
life's a cold bitch and she don't care if a nigga's rich

Hook:

Chicks wanna rub me love me cuz I'm getting money
Pricks wanna slug me want me dead before they take me out
More Dollars More Drama
bounce bounce
More Dollars More Drama

Chicks wanna rub me love me cuz I'm getting money
Pricks wanna slug me want me dead before they take me out
More Dollars More Drama
bounce bounce
More Dollars More Drama
bounce

Verse Two:

House on the beach front, G13
Endo, Hydro rolled up in a peach blunt
Smoke that baby get blasted off of one puff
we could get crazy like a nigga trippin off dust
More money more problems more drama less trust
it's not about being a thug but let the guns bust
when they come for me we ain't got nothing to discuss
I thought that being rich and famous was gonna be a plus
no love niggas hating, bitches only fall in lust
get away from me saton lose my thoughts in cannibus
relate to my situation i'm living in a dream, it would seem
jaguar cream, star limousine,
Sitting on 20's something mean
but it's all a show
what's love got to do with it nigga it's about the dough

Hook:

Chicks wanna rub me love me cuz I'm getting money
Pricks wanna slug me want me dead before they take me out
More Dollars More Drama
bounce bounce
More Dollars More Drama

Chicks wanna rub me love me cuz I'm getting money
Pricks wanna slug me want me dead before they take me out
More Dollars More Drama
bounce bounce
More Dollars More Drama
bounce

Verse Three:

America Don't recognize you when your broke and black
I'm a hustla with a product but I ain't sellin crack
listen close to the track
millions off of spittin rap
I'm from the ghetto. it's mandatory I give it back
I'm a true nigga put me anywhere on the map, I'l adapt
Still ain't change, holla at me scrap
and I'll be there hell yeah we can handle that
post bail when I raise hell they won't let me relax
I can't fail, bring it on, we can do it asap
Niggas starring like, yeah that's him
they wanna get me jacked
but they don't know I'm with them
you better watch your back
20 dudes strapped to protect me before you dudes react
More Drama, More Dollars more boddies on the Gat
There's negative's with every positive, you feel me black?

Hook:

Chicks wanna rub me love me cuz I'm getting money
Pricks wanna slug me want me dead before they take me out
More Dollars More Drama
bounce bounce
More Dollars More Drama

Chicks wanna rub me love me cuz I'm getting money
Pricks wanna slug me want me dead before they take me out
More Dollars More Drama
bounce bounce
More Dollars More Drama
bounce

Big Trucks, Big Benz, Rims Spin I'm a baller
More Dollars, more drama, holla I'm a shot caller
Get that paper scrapper, watch haters they run up on ya
We just don't stop till we drop, stay on top 360