Dreaming of Getting Rich
I been dreaming of getting rich
For a long time
Look into the mirror say one Day u go shine
Now I look the doubters face
That be swangin on mines
Bitch my pens even foreign
I sign with an Omas
I been dreaming of getting rich
For a long time
Look into the mirror say one Day u go shine
Now I look the doubters face
That be swangin on mines
Bitch my pens even foreign
I sign with an Omas
Man I'm dreaming of getting rich
For a long time
Everyday my palms itch
In school they was looking @ Me
Like I'm on some dumb shit
Yea I'm a be dumb rich
Taking trips to Ruth's Chris for Some lunch bitch
Hoping in foreigns blowing my Blunts
Bitch
They say I'm acting
Like I never had something
Bitch I didn't
So now that I got it
I show my ass stunting
For a living
I use to stay looking over my Shoulders
Praying no police roll up
While I'm slaying my yola
Hoping in a corolla gun on my Lap
Riding dirty then a
Mautha fucka
Ain't no burning a sack
Kan't give em
No probable kause
I even take off my hat
It's krazy we go thru all this
Driving while black
Granted I ain't paid a tax
And dope money
That stack got me kinda living Fat
That's why yo bitch I kan snatch
Equipped with the strap
So did get hit on attack
Just gimme chips I kan stack
To get rich that that's a fact
For a long time
Look into the mirror say one Day u go shine
Now I look the doubters face
That be swangin on mines
Bitch my pens even foreign
I sign with an Omas
I been dreaming of getting rich
For a long time
Look into the mirror say one Day u go shine
Now I look the doubters face
That be swangin on mines
Bitch my pens even foreign
I sign with an Omas
Man I'm dreaming of getting rich
For a long time
Everyday my palms itch
In school they was looking @ Me
Like I'm on some dumb shit
Yea I'm a be dumb rich
Taking trips to Ruth's Chris for Some lunch bitch
Hoping in foreigns blowing my Blunts
Bitch
They say I'm acting
Like I never had something
Bitch I didn't
So now that I got it
I show my ass stunting
For a living
I use to stay looking over my Shoulders
Praying no police roll up
While I'm slaying my yola
Hoping in a corolla gun on my Lap
Riding dirty then a
Mautha fucka
Ain't no burning a sack
Kan't give em
No probable kause
I even take off my hat
It's krazy we go thru all this
Driving while black
Granted I ain't paid a tax
And dope money
That stack got me kinda living Fat
That's why yo bitch I kan snatch
Equipped with the strap
So did get hit on attack
Just gimme chips I kan stack
To get rich that that's a fact
Credits
Writer(s): Armond Evans
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