Bad Dreams
Hit-Boy
Big dough, big cash on a nigga (big cash)
Her ass fat, skin look like Karen Civil (I like that)
She a queen known to turn it up a little (black queen)
Caught the window seat, now baby work the middle (whoa)
Pay the fee when you see PRICE
I was really thugging when the street lights came on
Foreign keys, beep-beep I'm on (skrrt, skrrrt)
Pull out the Lil Jon, skeet-skeet, I'm gone
Cavalli's what I sag on
He stripped them, no mask on (strip, strip, strip)
Matching du-rag on
Might hit it to a fast song
This for the hustlers
Gotta pay for keeps
I'm stunting on another level
Please pray for me
Work on the table
I'm with Hit-Boy running tag teams
Being broke, that's a bad dream
Her face nice and that ass mean
See, that's exactly what I'm talking about (what you mean?)
Ayy, look
Ayy, ayy
Let me get them
The Brodie got rhythm
Let me get them
See these shoes, you can't fit them
Steph Curry how I got it off the dribble
I caught the window seat, now baby work the middle
The middle
Work-work the middle
The middle
Work the middle
Brave hearted, hate to see my people starving
Scared to talk the extra step, word to James Harden
So I came with
Big dough, big cash on a nigga (big cash)
Her ass fat, skin look like Karen Civil (oh my God)
She a queen known to turn it up a little (black queen)
Caught the window seat, now baby work the middle (whoa)
I showed up turn out
I came up, bitches got burnt
Hate to see me win, it only get worse
Henny in her cup, Fendi on her purse
We don't pipe down
On deck, on deck
Right now, I got foot on necks
Right now, I got your ex on texts
Soulja Boy checks, stacks on deck
Packs on deck
PRICE on next
Tell them make way
Life on flex
Scared to show your face
Let me take a guess
Me without this cream, that's a fucking bad dream on Crip
Big dough, big cash on a nigga (big cash)
Her ass fat, skin look like Karen Civil (I like that)
She a queen known to turn it up a little (turn it up)
Caught the window seat, now baby work the middle (whoa)
Work the middle
Work-work the middle
Work the middle
Work-work the middle
Work the middle
Work-work the middle
Work the middle
Work-work the middle, ayy
Big dough, big cash on a nigga (big cash)
Her ass fat, skin look like Karen Civil (I like that)
She a queen known to turn it up a little (black queen)
Caught the window seat, now baby work the middle (whoa)
Pay the fee when you see PRICE
I was really thugging when the street lights came on
Foreign keys, beep-beep I'm on (skrrt, skrrrt)
Pull out the Lil Jon, skeet-skeet, I'm gone
Cavalli's what I sag on
He stripped them, no mask on (strip, strip, strip)
Matching du-rag on
Might hit it to a fast song
This for the hustlers
Gotta pay for keeps
I'm stunting on another level
Please pray for me
Work on the table
I'm with Hit-Boy running tag teams
Being broke, that's a bad dream
Her face nice and that ass mean
See, that's exactly what I'm talking about (what you mean?)
Ayy, look
Ayy, ayy
Let me get them
The Brodie got rhythm
Let me get them
See these shoes, you can't fit them
Steph Curry how I got it off the dribble
I caught the window seat, now baby work the middle
The middle
Work-work the middle
The middle
Work the middle
Brave hearted, hate to see my people starving
Scared to talk the extra step, word to James Harden
So I came with
Big dough, big cash on a nigga (big cash)
Her ass fat, skin look like Karen Civil (oh my God)
She a queen known to turn it up a little (black queen)
Caught the window seat, now baby work the middle (whoa)
I showed up turn out
I came up, bitches got burnt
Hate to see me win, it only get worse
Henny in her cup, Fendi on her purse
We don't pipe down
On deck, on deck
Right now, I got foot on necks
Right now, I got your ex on texts
Soulja Boy checks, stacks on deck
Packs on deck
PRICE on next
Tell them make way
Life on flex
Scared to show your face
Let me take a guess
Me without this cream, that's a fucking bad dream on Crip
Big dough, big cash on a nigga (big cash)
Her ass fat, skin look like Karen Civil (I like that)
She a queen known to turn it up a little (turn it up)
Caught the window seat, now baby work the middle (whoa)
Work the middle
Work-work the middle
Work the middle
Work-work the middle
Work the middle
Work-work the middle
Work the middle
Work-work the middle, ayy
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Writer(s): Ernest L King Jr
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