Testo Dolla And A Dream - Dave East feat. Harry Fraud & Steven Young
Testo della canzone Dolla And A Dream (Dave East feat. Harry Fraud & Steven Young), tratta dall'album HOFFA
Born as kings, nigga
Die as kings, nigga
I got with Fraud, ain't nothin' fraudulent
Still hit the bar, get bent (Nothin')
He produced it, I'm just talkin' shit, I had a dream we all got rich
Not a hatin' bone in my body, Gotti, I order hits
Had to take a trip to the islands, find out my origin
We just tryna ball like a tournament, shine like ornaments (Shine)
I'm eatin' Cuban food in Miami, link with my Florida bitch
Healthy, we just tryna be wealthy, that mean you more than rich (More)
Gangster, catch a body in public, that way we all convinced
In college, you ain't gotta speak on it, it's in your actions
With money came division, shit broke
Us down to a fraction (Broke us down)
This life don't compare to me and my daughter out relaxin' (Yeah)
Least he pulled up with some baggies
I'm stressin' out, tryna match 'em (Woo)
Some shit never change like you had a million dollar bill (Million)
Still shoppin' still, spirits got around me and I caught the chills
For real, before we bagged it up, we let the fan dry it
My youngins really tryna get it back in blood, they vampires (Blood)
Me and my circle a bunch of sticks, this shit a campfire (Woo, woo)
You disrespectful, niggas can't find you, buried with ants by you
Under dirt, that paper made 'em lazy, they ain't wanna work
At close range, blood on his tee, put on another shirt, nobody saw it
Life ain't what it seems
From the dirt, but a nigga still clean (Clean)
Hot and fresh on the scene
I be doin' shit that niggas never seen (Never)
I be gettin' bitches that niggas only dream
I just want the money, peaches and the cream
I just want the money, ball with my team (I just want the money)
We just some niggas that came from the concrete
Gotta have a dollar and a dream and believe
Dollar, peace to the gods, peace to the Earths, let's run the universe
Everything I been through in a verse before my hearse
I'm on Ferrari horses, Cavalli hoodies, order lobster for us
The dope was raw, that mean they gotta call us
Meyer Lansky hide the dope and the rice in the pantry (Uh)
Let him buy his coke, drop dead right on the campus (Right there)
Plug gave me my own work, now I can stamp it (Stamp it)
Dust made 'em get naked, they started dancin' (Uh)
Harlem shakin' in the lobby like a Diddy vid (Woo)
I ain't gotta fantasize, I talk 'bout shit we really did (We did it)
The courts can't charge him as an
Adult because he still a kid (He young)
Niggas rather burn it 'fore they build a bridge
I'm low, but I be in the mix, scramblin' (I'm in it)
Niggas lost they life due to gambling (Four-five, nigga)
Had weed on the campus in Louisiana, Grambling (Uh)
Really wildin', talkin' 'bout them cells we was in and out of
Now the kicks a thousand, still get my
Lobster from City Island (You know it, nigga)
Life ain't what it seems
From the dirt, but a nigga still clean (From the dirt)
Hot and fresh on the scene
I be doin' shit that niggas never seen (Ha)
I be gettin' bitches that niggas only dream
I just want the money, peaches and the cream (That's all)
I just want the money (Money), ball with my team (Ballin')
We just some niggas that came from the concrete
Gotta have a dollar and a dream and believe
From the concrete, nigga
Hoffa
Credits
Writer(s): Rory Quigley, Stephen Timothy Young, David Brewster, Adrian Lau, Michael Richard Kuzoian
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