Dreams Of Rich Lyrics

If its a bump in the road

You

You keep going

Told they ass to wait on me

Realest shit I ever wrote

Yellow hoe she like to fuck

But she got some better throat

Little niggas talk too much

Now they wish they never spoke

Dreams of rich but gave it up

Well I guess you'll never know

Told they ass to wait on me

Realest shit I ever wrote

Yellow hoe she like to fuck

But she got some better throat

Little niggas talk too much

Now they wish they never spoke

Dreams of rich but gave it up

Well I guess you'll never know

Never stop you keep going

Time to hustle up

Ain't no hole in one

You keep on it's time to sink a putt

Mama say you always working

Won't you try to have some fun

And all these bitches wanna fuck

Ain't no time to buss a nut

It's gone always be yo fault if you take a loss

Ain't nobody else to blame if you ain't taking off

And if you don't make mistakes how you gone learn from them

Sometimes you gotta raises the stakes if you gone earn something

And that time it fade away naw It ain't waiting dawg

And they tried to save a plate but niggas ate it all

That's why I'm staying out the way and I taking calls

Try to give they ass some love they wanna take it all

Told they ass to wait on me

Realest shit I ever wrote

Yellow hoe she like to fuck

But she got some better throat

Little niggas talk too much

Now they wish they never spoke

Dreams of rich but gave it up

Well I guess you'll never know

Told they ass to wait on me

Realest shit I ever wrote

Yellow hoe she like to fuck

But she got some better throat

Little niggas talk too much

Now they wish they never spoke

Dreams of rich but gave it up

Well I guess you'll never know

The media is madness

We ain't see it it ain't happen

Tryna keep up but you crashing

Stop listening to these rappers

The real will reveal

But the most be the actors

Comparing to Unhappy

Got damn this shit is tragic

Who you flexing on

Ain't fucking with no messy hoe

Told that bitch she gotta go

Then took her friend to Mexico

Trapping like a fool

Like I'm Gucci at the Texaco

All this money fuck the score

Before we count it close the door

I can't fuck with you baby you a bad habit

Say she wanna suck my dick like she mad at it

On this track breathing fire like a mad dragon

And this Glock is the reason why my pants sagging

Told they ass to wait on me

Realest shit I ever wrote

Yellow hoe she like to fuck

But she got some better throat

Little niggas talk too much

Now they wish they never spoke

Dreams of rich but gave it up

Well I guess you'll never know