cing curt - dream on it lyrics
(intro)
yeaa-uhh
i-i-i-i-i-i
(chorus)
if you tryna play me, y’all won’t ever win
(never wiiin)
everybody hatin’ i’m tryna get rich
(tryna get riiich)
diamonds shinin’, fine china on the wrist
with designer on my pants and designer on my hip
i’m tryna get rich
f-ck around and bet the whole dream on it
(dream on it)
f-ck around and bet the whole team on it
(team on it)
f-ck around and bet the whole thing on it
(thing on it)
f-ck around and bet the whole thing on it
(thing on it)
(verse)
game goes colder than a fridge (than a fridge)
hate goes over like a brim (like a)
ice wreck ya boat, t-tanic
diamonds shinin’, fine china on the wrist
fine china on the wrist (wrist)
ain’t nothin but trouble so i stay on my own
everyday on my own
tryna vacate ohio
ain’t no sayin “i hope”
they all play with my dough
i be stayin’ on hold
everywhere that i go
f-ck around and bet the whole 9, tho
i won’t fall if they call hit decline, tho
(hit decline tho)
i be makin’ plays from my iphone
you know all that play i ain’t got time fo’
(ain’t got time fo’)
they just tryna take me out my fly zone
mad i’m the leader never follow (follow)
she just wanna go where a god go
shy at first but she ain’t from chicago (chicago)
(chorus)
if you tryna play me, y’all won’t ever win
(never wiiin)
everybody hatin’ i’m tryna get rich
(tryna get riiich)
diamonds shinin’, fine china on the wrist
with designer on my pants and designer on my hip
i’m tryna get rich
f-ck around and bet the whole dream on it
(dream on it)
f-ck around and bet the whole team on it
(team on it)
f-ck around and bet the whole thing on it
(thing on it)
f-ck around and bet the whole thing on it
(thing on it)
(2nd verse)
tryna get rich, i’m in my zip
at it again, ice on my wrist
i’m on my sh-t, up until 6
i been on end, try not to slip
if they all fall, i’m still gon’ stand
i been the man since i was 10
(since i was)
can never quit
(can never)
gotta move quick
(gotta move)
cause life’s been slow i hit the throttle
(throttle)
for all the times i may not see tomorrow
(never make it)
and you’ll never see me going where you all go
(nada)
i’ll be lonely ’till i’m in murcielagos
(whippin’)
and i be in the stu with the wrist flickin’
(with the wrist flickin’)
while you in yo room with yo b-tch missin’
i be makin’ tunes, you just tunin’ radios wishin’
you’d do what i do, but i ain’t got no time for yo feelings
(neva)
chain gold, rockin’ where the gang go
independent won’t sign with no labels
(f-ck a label)
cooler than ll in a kangol
head to toe i’m dressed in sta clothes
(sta clothes)
(chorus)
if you tryna play me, y’all won’t ever win
(never wiiin)
everybody hatin’ i’m tryna get rich
(tryna get riiich)
diamonds shinin’, fine china on the wrist
with designer on my pants and designer on my hip
i’m tryna get rich
f-ck around and bet the whole dream on it
(dream on it)
f-ck around and bet the whole team on it
(team on it)
f-ck around and bet the whole thing on it
(thing on it)
f-ck around and bet the whole thing on it
(thing on it)
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