benji fine$ - money dreams lyrics
trap like sosa watch for po po
sipping lean makes me move slow mo
i been moving dope who want action i want all the smoke
just hit the gas little b-tch just don’t crash
don’t watch the dash little baby just go fast
we been red light running we gone run that bag
momma preys for me she hope i make it back
i’m in the trap house whipping whipping the pot
i can’t trust none of these niggas they might be the opts
they don’t know how i’m b-mming they can’t see the plot
i’m having money dreams all the way to the top
money on the block where it’s at
blvd trapping i got pack
what’s that fruity smell little b-tch that gas
what you sipping on little b-tch that act
real finesser i’m finessing for a bag
designer my whole body i’m in love with all this fashion
shorty acting funny i’ma fuck all on the next b-tch
i been popping xannies i forgot about my stress
niggas said they after me but i ain’t seen them yet
they say i’ma dog but i ain’t nobody’s pet
i be with the gang i can put you on the set
my niggas ride for me
and we gone pull where you at
just hit the gas little b-tch just don’t crash
don’t watch the dash little baby just go fast
we been red light running we gone run that bag
momma preys for me she hope i make it back
i’m in the trap house whipping whipping the pot
i can’t trust none of these niggas they might be the opts
they don’t know how i’m b-mming they can’t see the plot
i’m having money dreams all the way to the top
i smoke good gas i don’t p-ss i grab it straight out the bag
look at my shortie she bad
check me i’m flee fuck a swagg
i move like shotta i’m max
finessing your plug for the pack
with his money i’ma run up a sack
jersey city bussing jugs see the bag
virginia beach i don’t know you get taxed
i get the facial no mortal combat
your b-tch give me head i love facial contact
blvd projects i play with the product
triple the profits racks on my conscious
i be so high up i spotted a martian
i be so fly you’ll think i was a vulture
i be to hotter lava
little nigga hot as sahara
my diamonds they water
just hit the gas little b-tch just don’t crash
don’t watch the dash little baby just go fast
we been red light running we gone run that bag
momma preys for me she hope i make it back
i’m in the trap house whipping whipping the pot
i can’t trust none of these niggas they might be the opts
they don’t know how i’m b-mming they can’t see the plot
i’m having money dreams all the way to the top
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