歌詞
Caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tank make the cars lean
All my nigas winning this is our team
Millions in d**g money the music is all clean
EMG going public this is all me
See back had the early vision when nigas was fourteen
Have a baby baby give 'em all cream
757 G550 Ghost dreams
Riding in my Cadi' it's a quarter million
Gotta kit it up computer is on the ceiling
Oh what a feeling d**g dealing
Catch a case go to trial
If nigas blow we appealing
Grew up surrounded by violence money piling
100k in the Louis store I don't do a stylist
I'm a niga that innovate niga that generate
Chop up the body in garbage bags and incinerate
That's a dirty birdy that's a dinner plate
Mama's good Tupperware
It's time for some supper dear
Back in Miss Lyle's crib I would love it there
Brittany wanted the chocolate she tell me to fvck her bare
A niga that's from the jungle chuck a spare
Light a blunt chug a beer
Got the bucket of snare
D**n this s**t was a sure profession
Patience and slow progressions
Open your heart receive
My niga don't blow your blessings
Champagne wishes caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tank make the cars lean
All my nigas winning this is our team
Millions in d**g money the music is all clean
EMG going public this is all me
See back had the early vision when nigas was fourteen
Have a baby baby give 'em all cream
757 G550 Ghost dreams
Daddy had the Benz Wagon
Daddy had Bernice Burgos 'fore she had the wagon
Pardon me for bragging
Now I'm going platinum like Sysqo with the dragon
Wavy like Max with the B be sagging
Or wavy like my head when you see the silky flapping
Big waves like Katrina when the water crashed in
All right
They all wanna copy the wave
Kids mosh pit in durags while I rock on the stage
Nike boots and Marmots like it's a Harlem parade
I'm in a jungle I mean what more can I say
Antwon had the lion right in the PJs
I mean d**n cops put us in the cage like we some animals
But I'm still in love with this place
Harlem world I think we need some prayers from Preacher Mae
Out in France with designers just increasing my taste
All the champagne spilling keep the crease from my face
Champagne wishes caviar dreams
Cru in the gas tank make the cars lean
All my nigas winning this is our team
Millions in d**g money the music is all clean
EMG going public this is all me
See back had the early vision when nigas was fourteen
Have a baby baby give 'em all cream
757 G550 Ghost dreams
