Man of Your Dreams(LA)
I was in LA tryna find me a gold digger
Bad lil bitch she only make four figures
She say she single just got rid of her old nigga
I can be the man of your dreams
Oh you want that bag huh you want that new Celine
Know that nigga tricked you his life aint what it seem huh
Go get your nails, toes, hair, eyebrows
Go get all that done
I aint trippin on no money girl I got me some
Put a island in your life know you need a lil fun
And we'll stomp your ex out if he talking crazy
AR got a big nose on it like Jay Z
And I still aint seen no price tag that ever phased me
Walkin out with all these bags mall cop tryna tase
Get them squares out my circle they won't fit in here
I send my bitch straight to Tae this aint no remy hair
I be looking in the mirror like who the richest of em all
Like a toupee, I'm still gone ball
Ice in my veins so I put ice on bitch neck
I don't referee but I'm still calling wrist checks
All this stuntin I'm knowing I aint rich yet
But I still promise you'll never get your bitch back
I was in LA tryna find me a gold digger
Bad lil bitch she only make four figures
She say she single just got rid of her old nigga
I can be the man of your dreams
Oh you want that bag huh you want that new Celine
Know that nigga tricked you his life aint what it seem huh
Bad lil bitch she only make four figures
She say she single just got rid of her old nigga
I can be the man of your dreams
Oh you want that bag huh you want that new Celine
Know that nigga tricked you his life aint what it seem huh
Go get your nails, toes, hair, eyebrows
Go get all that done
I aint trippin on no money girl I got me some
Put a island in your life know you need a lil fun
And we'll stomp your ex out if he talking crazy
AR got a big nose on it like Jay Z
And I still aint seen no price tag that ever phased me
Walkin out with all these bags mall cop tryna tase
Get them squares out my circle they won't fit in here
I send my bitch straight to Tae this aint no remy hair
I be looking in the mirror like who the richest of em all
Like a toupee, I'm still gone ball
Ice in my veins so I put ice on bitch neck
I don't referee but I'm still calling wrist checks
All this stuntin I'm knowing I aint rich yet
But I still promise you'll never get your bitch back
I was in LA tryna find me a gold digger
Bad lil bitch she only make four figures
She say she single just got rid of her old nigga
I can be the man of your dreams
Oh you want that bag huh you want that new Celine
Know that nigga tricked you his life aint what it seem huh
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Writer(s): Marcus Williams
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