Oh my God (go Grizz)
(Why?)
People are listening to the words and the music and the songs
They are the music
They are the reason why we do it
And we do it like this 'cause
Five hundred in the duffel on the way to the plug
Five thousand for the fit just to walk in the club
Went to throwin' nothin' but hundreds when I ran out of dough
I got ten kilos on my wrist, bitch, you fuckin' a scrub
I ain't got nothin' but some money, ho, I'm fresh out of love
'71 Chevelle on business like it's fresh out the tub
I know these niggas hate to see me ballin' fresh out the mud
Hear you talkin' like I owe you, pussy, give it the blood
Yeah, I came from havin' county dreams, federal nightmares
Now I ball like Mr. Clean, buzz like Lightyear
Sent her to the chop shop, came back with a nice pair
She clear the tab in the car, put that pussy right here
Yeah, all these bitches my bitches, all these hoes my hoes
All 2025, I'm goin' gold on gold
Put some junk inside the Rolls, and now it don't get drove
PJ land on Gresham Road, bitch, this is the home
Went from bad dreams to beautiful nightmares
I'm bettin' it on myself as long as the dice here
Yeah, I went from bad dreams to beautiful nightmares
This a beautiful nightmare
Went from bad dreams to beautiful nightmares (yeah)
I'm bettin' it on myself as long as the dice here
Yeah, I went from bad dreams to beautiful nightmares
This a beautiful nightmare (it's Gucci)
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