kato2x – big dreams lyrics
[intro]
cha+ching
that’s that money sound when you hear that sh+t
cha+ching, cha+ching
you hear that sh+t, you gotta get up
you gotta get up and go get that sh+t
[verse 1]
got shots like bartenders (yeah)
we know you a b+tch, we gave you a gender (b+tch+ass)
i ain’t rockin’ with no new n+ggas, still with the same n+ggas
freeze, you get put in that blender (i stamp that)
ice on me cold, december (cold)
felt like hitler, all+black chinchilla (godd+mn)
get everybody whacked (get whacked)
but i don’t feel a threat, n+ggas ain’t livin’ like that (not doin’ that)
need to pop sh+t with leech
i bounce up and down like a maybach
push your sh+t back like a snapback (go crazy)
know our sеcret safe on snapchat (go crazy, go crazy)
no clientеle, postin’ apps, n+gga, where the f+ck you trap at? (where the f+ck?)
tryna get get+back
pull up in the ‘vette, ratchet b+tch don’t know where the trunk at (d+mn)
shots fired, they ain’t get back
wrap him in the black bag
‘nother p+ssy tryna get get+back (‘nother one gettin’ get+back)
[interlude]
why the f+ck you so cold?
d+mn
[verse 2]
ice on me cold (ice)
depend on the outfit, might go white or rose gold (which one?)
truth be told (truth told)
i’m married to the money, f+ck these hoes, i don’t relationship goals (i stamp that)
never post money ’til i get a mil’
twenty racks ain’t sh+t, i gave that sh+t to lil’ bro (lil’ bro)
know she a freaky b+tch and her p+ssy get wet ’cause she got white polish on her toes (she know)
been that n+gga, in school, i was servin’ out the ounce, now everywhere, i get a new load (new load)
these n+ggas know what the f+ck goin’ on
i ain’t gon’ play with tools, they know i’m gon’ blow (i stamp that)
and i ran it up some more
rainbow diamond outfit, man, keep a bankroll (n+gga)
k!ll all the who? (who?)
man, these n+ggas ain’t k!llin’ sh+t, that’s on god (on god)
and i been trappin’ since a lil’ n+gga, i ain’t never thought about doin’ no motherf+ckin’ fraud (silly sh+t, man)
but i been pullin’ these cards
hit him in his top where he a small, now the n+gga sh+t large
i ain’t worried ’bout no opp (f+ck ’em, f+ck ’em)
scream f+ck 12, if i go to jail, i’m the king of the yard (n+gga)
we’ll put a n+gga in a ‘gar
still in the city shootin’ guns, n+gga, i’m a shootin’ star
no, i can’t stop, go hard
know they depending on me, can’t stop, on god
n+gga talkin’ ten+car garage
big+boy mansion, walk in, b+tches givin’ out massage
n+gga, i got big+boy dreams
told everybody we’ll be rich, just play y’all part
just stay the same from the start
spread the money, give to my n+ggas, this sh+t ain’t hard
got racks up my sleeve
cartier on my wrist, sh+t hittin’ up hard (racks, ice, go crazy, go crazy)
everybody playin’ they cards
don’t really f+ck with each other, that sh+t ain’t smart (sh+t lame)
i’ma stay to myself
and be with the gang that stayed the same from the start, n+gga
(the f+ck?)
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