I'm Dreamin' Lyrics

Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming

Too much in the pants I'm sagging

Too much in the hands I'm leaning

Too much in the head I'm crashing

Two bags in the pocket I'm fiening

Too much in the pants I ain't bragging

Too much in the hands I'm dealing

Too much in the head no caption

Alright look, ugh, yeah

You know I gotta keep it moving that's the way it go

You know I'm moving the wind whichever way it blow

I'll probably end my life I ever go broke

That's a word from the pride and the ego

I'm a hopeless romantic down to my soul

I wanna love you but fuck you like I hate you though

Ain't no man gonna love you like I do

Girl I work from both sides like stereo

Through the good and the bad gotta carry on

Man I been in my bag no carry on

Im'ma need to check this too much weight

Too much hate on this earth we living on

I'm a figment imagined nothing is real

Life a fiction reality has no appeal

I been distant before 2020 dawg

A virus can't phase a man that's been ill

I been filled with love since I came out

I been sealed in funk since I came in

I been trying to tease the world then bang her out

You can have her after but know I came in

I spend too much time by my lonesome

I got too much pride what you want some

I'd rather have fame than a lump sum

Cause nobody see fame where I come from

Another man with a bag never bugged me

Another man with some bitches never phased me

I don't care not a man that's above me

I compare to the K Dot Jay-Z's

I compare to what you call G-O-D's

Get some cash fuck a crooked C-O-P

Get some cash and fuck a H-O-E

Get some cash get some cash

Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming

Too much in the pants I'm sagging

Too much in the hands I'm leaning

Too much in the head I'm crashing

Two bags in the pocket I'm fiening

Too much in the pants I ain't bragging

Too much in the hands I'm dealing

Too much in the head no caption

Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming

Too much in the pants I'm sagging

Too much in the hands I'm leaning

Too much in the head I'm crashing

Two bags in the pocket I'm fiening

Too much in the pants I ain't bragging

Too much in the hands I'm dealing

Too much in the head no caption

Ugh

Ugh

Ugh

Three thirty in the morning and I'm wide eyed

That's the usual I feel the best at night time

The sun don't like me the blue sky mock me

Tell me I'm likely to be nobody

Like, how can you be sad when it's sunny out

Like, who you gonna have when the money out

Like, how do I find love that's unconditional

You loved me can you tell me that you love me now

Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming of it

I ain't greedy but my life is sure in need of something

If it don't fill my heart then at least I know the truth

At least I got a rich dick and your bitch can suck it

Two bags under the eyes tell your girl they're hazel

Tell her I got surprise that lies below the navel

I ain't got a pretty face or a voice of an angel

My shit is nasaled but the pen work is very able

But the pen work in weird ways and different angles

And it can work for you see my cash unstable

As adolescence I knew that I had been destined for greatness

So why is all this failure and doubt getting manifested

You know that the wise men say you get what you attract

Money bitches bitches money God you got that

Bitches money money bitches God you got that

Bitches bitches money money money

Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming

Too much in the pants I'm sagging

Too much in the hands I'm leaning

Too much in the head I'm crashing

Two bags in the pocket I'm fiening

Too much in the pants I ain't bragging

Too much in the hands I'm dealing

Too much in the head no caption

Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming

Too much in the pants I'm sagging

Too much in the hands I'm leaning

Too much in the head I'm crashing

Two bags in the pocket I'm fiening

Too much in the pants I ain't bragging

Too much in the hands I'm dealing

Too much in the head no caption

Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming

Too much in the pants I'm sagging

Too much in the hands I'm leaning

Too much in the head I'm crashing

Two bags in the pocket I'm fiening

Too much in the pants I ain't bragging

Too much in the hands I'm dealing

Too much in the head no caption

Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming

Too much in the pants I'm sagging

Too much in the hands I'm leaning

Too much in the head I'm crashing

Two bags in the pocket I'm fiening

Too much in the pants I ain't bragging

Too much in the hands I'm dealing

Too much in the head no caption

Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming

Too much in the pants I'm sagging

Too much in the hands I'm leaning

Too much in the head I'm crashing

Two bags in the pocket I'm fiening

Too much in the pants I ain't bragging

Too much in the hands I'm dealing

Too much in the head no caption