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Dreams (Interlude) - A$AP Rocky
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One time for A$AP Yams
Let's go
What's this I see Niggas tryna act like G's
Got A$AP got Fergy with me
It's a new day no Black Eyed Peas
That's that sh*t mhm mhm yeah
That's that sh*t
You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato
Mothaf**ka better blast that sh*t
Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
B**ches sniff raw of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the perico
She knows went to ATL for my C-Note
'Member I ain't ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rockin' least 2 Chainz
I was trappin' off at least like three phones
Me and Yams made the plan
Then I paid myself and I gave myself advance
Way before I became myself
I'd like to thank myself because I made myself the man
It's like lately I ain't myself
I'd rather hang myself before I play myself
I tell her 'throw on the dress with the pinstripes'
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight
That's right
Yeah you that sh*t mhm mhm yeah move that sh*t
Frontin' like you did it for the fellas
Get all the b**ches jealous when you do that sh*t
But my neck is gold
The rest is froze
Sex and hoes best of both
Girls and girls perpetual
Sippin' slow Texas throwed comma
I'm about decimals
Chill and get faded
I'm surprised that we made it
Young niggas know the sky's the limit
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get faded sh*t
I'm surprised that we made it
Nowadays stress overrated
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder
And we just end up takin' longer
Can't impress with them diamonds though
Them diamonds
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's ni**a M's
Make 'em talk about
Make 'em talk about M's
Ni**a talkin' bout M's
Ni**a talkin' bout M's
Ni**a talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about
Talkin' bout M's ni**a
Talkin' bout M's
Like lately all
I ever seem to think about is M's ni**a
Talkin' 'bout M's
See the same thing all up in my bank account
M's ni**a talkin' 'bout M's
And my YouTube account say the same amount
M's ni**a talkin' 'bout M's
Money talk and dogs bark
I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
Lambo brand new Lambo
With tiger stripes on it call
That b**ch a golf cart
I'm outchea I'm so outchea
I swear niggas have no idea
I swear niggas better wear riot gear
Cause I appear and pow loud
And clear give 'em diarrhea oh
I re-up tonight I'mma be up tonight
Cookin' a key up tonight
Niggas de-up I slide to the right
Throw up a three up in time
Put a B up let's fight
Don't get beat up tonight
Feet up in my European
I ride with me heater inside
Kill you and your dog
Then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life
Like you sneeze you on tight
You got beef I got white
You got beef I got white
I got green I got white I got pink
I got pints I got lean
I got ice I got needles and pipes
I got clean I got right
I got mean I got nice
That's that Tina and Ike
I don't lean on her price
I don't cheat on her price
Try to cheat on the dice you get beat on the spot
I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock
And I keep it up safe what you keep in your safe
S'what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e
Bout to redo the face get a see-through AK
I eat seafood and steak
But girl I'mma treat you like cake
Til I get a sweet tooth tooth ache
But wait let's talk about M's not about them
I love my BM's I love my YM ain't no more CM
Let's pluck out the stems let's f**k like a nymph
She walk out she limp it's dark and we dim yeah
We dem niggas
Handcuffing him niggas back up and skim niggas
See that we strapped up we cap up your brim ni**a
Fill my cup up to the rim ni**a Tunechi