Dream chasers вчера, всегда и сейчасМы любим деньги, мы любим жизньМы любим dream chasersМы доверяем только dream chasers (brrt)I woke up, I made a mill’Said “fu*k it” then rented them allIf life’s a bi*ch, I am havin’ my way with that sh*tAnd I’m hittin’ it rawAin’t none of y’all ni*gas gettin’ none of this moneyAnd bi*ches, just me and my dawgsWith a brand new porsche, a turbo sport with a horseBut it look like a frogI just hopped through the hoodThen I hop on a chop in the hoodBad lil’ bi*ch, she pretty as fu*kAnd the top real goodCall every night, I do not even want him to walkShot up the hoodY’ all ni*gas be payin’ them hitters for realY’all not any goodBenz and evеrything cost me four-fiftyI been hurtin’ your heart with thesе lil’ bi*chesI wanna see y’all checksShe gotta move real careful-like just to operateYou should see her textsI ain’t stop poppin’, planes, I will pop in ’emY’all lil’ ni*gas better be on y’all bestI just came right back outsideNow all lil’ baddies back outsideFu*k ’em, spoil ’em, married three months, give ’em a pa$$They talk sh*t ’bout me, they know they play, ni*gas gon’ dieI been ballin’ on ni*gas so long in miamiI do not need to take bi*ches on dates to poundShe got ni*gas that’s richBut they ain’t really lit like that, tell her take her timeThey really love it, but I get with so many honeysCan not make her mineYeah, she said, “meek, come fu*k me rough”And I was tryna break her spineKnowin’ this lil’ bi*ch fu*ked my dawgAnd I can’t make her mineOutside, outside, outside, outsideI just popped out, came back outsideOutside, outside, outside, outside(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Big boy trucks in the drivewayWe outside with it (we outside)Reachin’ for my richard, you gon’ die with it (die)I been keepin’ it, pack your bagLil’ bi*ch, you stay outside with itAnd I just made a couple million in five minutes(I am limitless)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, that new maybach came todayI put mics all in they face forAll my young ni*gas pa$$ed away (away)I ain’t really had no time last yearBut I am on ni*gas’ a$$es today (I am)Y’all ni*gas only ones keepin’ them hoesY’all givin’ that cash away, okay, okayHoo, hoo, hoo, hooOkay, okayHe hasn’t slept in probably seven daysGo ‘head, ki’ like a brick (a bird)Bad lil’ bi*ch, she thick (she bad)Come to my city, we really ride dirtyNo lights and we totin’ them sticks (brrt)My dawg got life in the cell (got life)He know that I’m never gon’ switch (I won’t)Start ballin’ like I was joelCause I got them ms and bs on my list (yeahh)And I put that virgil sh*t on, for realsLike pardon my twist (yeah)Every bi*ch that I be fu*kin’ get rollies for realLike pardon my bi*ch (yeahh)She looked me dead in my eyesWhen she suckin’ and she tryna start up some sh*t (yeahh)Tryna snatch my soul, lil’ bi*chGettin’ top with my hand on her—Pardon my neck, pardon my wristA$$ so fat, gotta pardon my bi*chPardon my glock, pardon my hipI just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my shipI just did a walkthrough at roc nationI left out with four new partnershipsThis ain’t rap, ni*ga, I’m backI just be walkin’ and talkin’ my sh*t, yeahhNi*gas can’t see me, we totin’ them chops, yeahhI had dreams of murderin’ oppsRippin’ them demons and burnin’ them blocksThey could not believe itI’m turnin’ the blocks, yeahBack in them trenches again (we back)Totin’ extensions againIf he play tough, put benjis on himWe open it up, open it upI fu*k from the back when I’m chokin’ her up223s, they go through a truckSomebody get hit, it’s no gettin’ upNo gettin’ up, no gettin’ upTrippin’ on ni*gas, they soakin’ it upWalk in the spot with a big-a$$ .30 on meGive a fu*k if it’s pokin’ or whatWhat? What? What? What?What? What? What? What?What? What? What? What?
