Bluedreams

I'm a green fiend addict I cant even lie
Probably caught up in bad habits till the day I die
I've been grinding for this bread no I'm not talking rye
Having blue dreams stack my money to the sky

I'm on my way to this money I'll hit you right back
Slide into town got the PHX on my back
Pull up to West Gate I'm dropping some racks
Hittin up Vince and we dropping this track
Hit up yo bitch and she dropping her pants
Doesn't take much I can get you advance
Give her the dick then she getting some cramps
Then I'm dippin right out cause I'm chasin them bands
Hold up
Bitch
Stop it
What's in your wallet is not in my pocket
I'm chasin paper then flippen the profit
Toes to the pavement they don't want the problem
I made I lane that ain't nobody stopping
I fade away when they start with the gossip
I made some guala they sayin they called it you weren't from the start so bitch get off this

Bitch get off this I'm poppin I'm cashin
Nigga's be talkin but you know they cappin
I'm in the studio your boy is cookin with Vince and HTC
Nigga come book us
This ain't for free and this shit don't come easy you wanna make guap
Then nigga come see me
Nigga's be talkin cause they wanna be me but I'm what they wish for just call me the genie
If you start scheming then this gone get sticky
Pump in the Chevy I pity your petty
Pushin the gas I skirt like Andretti ain't cuffin know thottie fuck hoes is a hobby
Smokin on thrax and its loud as Piscotty
But I'm bout my money so nigga don't try me
Got a bad bitch fat ass waist tiny
I'm a hit her once wake up cant find me

I'm a green fiend addict I cant even lie
Probably caught up in bad habits till the day I die
I've been grinding for this bread no I'm not talking rye
Having blue dreams stack my money to the sky



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Writer(s): Isaiah Harris
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