Sweet Dreams
That's that shit, that's the shit I'm talking about
That's that shit, that's the shit I'm talking about
Sweet dreams are made of these
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of these
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them wanna use you
Some of them wanna be used by you
More money, more prize
More money, more prize
My clothes, my life
They want my life, they know that right
More money, more prize
From the gutter, selling that crack, nu I ain't stutter
Word to my brother, Biscayne butter
But that ain't even what I wanna tell you
What I wannat tell you remember when I fail you'
A lot of niggas trapping ain't even got bail
But they don't wanna tell you that
Been gone for a minute but a nigga back
Hold up, new firm with the ceiling back
Somebody acting lame, nigga, what you looking at
Hold on, let me tell you what they looking at
A young nigga'with a lot of cash'
She was selling sweet dreams so I bought a bag
Louis, Bergin, Burberry, now she gets her feelings like February
But I'm level one until a nigga buried
Gone till November, more like January
Slide with a piece like Halle Berry
I'm back, boy, and my paper up
Nigga, talk nice, talk nice
Them sweet dreams you try to sell a nigga, no, we ain't buying
Sweet dreams are made of these
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of these
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them wanna use you
Some of them wanna be used by you
More money, more prize
More money, more prize
My clothes, my life
They want my life, they know that right
More money, more prize
Looking for my weapon, I done found her
You my lady bug so you get yellow flowers
I can make 200 000 in an hour
Count them whores, count that money and the power
I know what you really want, you want a nigga that's stunting
Be my Cinderella, be loving that pumpkin
You with me guns'
Those broke ass niggas can't get nothing from me
She 18 but I gotta see ID
Yeah, yeah, lean on me
Sweet dreams are made of these
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of these
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them wanna use you
Some of them wanna be used by you
More money, more prize
More money, more prize
My clothes, my life
They want my life, they know that right
More money, more prize