Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dreams, artist - Cozz. Album song Cozz & Effect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tha Committee
Song language: English
Dreams |
| Yeah—shit, nigga—we all dream, nigga |
| Yeah, we’re just tryna make sure they come true, feel me? |
| Dreams of being rich, uh? |
| Yeah, yeah, ha, yo! |
| Always had dreams of being rich, uh? |
| Momma never thought I’ll make it this way |
| Bitches really on my dick now |
| When I think about it, ain’t shit changed |
| We had dreams of being rich, wow! |
| We really dream of being rich, wow! |
| Momma never… |
| Yo, yo. |
| Imagine if I stopped rhymin' and settle for top ramen |
| Got content with the crib that my pop’s lie in, never stop moppin' |
| On that nine to five job shit, fuck that! |
| I’d rather go comic and go to Gotham |
| And meet with Batman and start robbin' |
| Killin' get started, heart throbbin' be cautious |
| If you come across this instrumental’s carcass |
| It may leave you nauseous |
| 'Cause when I’m on it, it’s guaranteed death, why? |
| 'Cause we always had dreams of being rich |
| Rollie on my arm, Jesus' pieces on my neck |
| Momma needin' the rent, Poppa drinking a fifth |
| Crash my Momma’s Honda, can’t even lease her a whip |
| Stress is hell, but you couldn’t tell, even if you snitched |
| Smiling, always see him with a grin |
| But I came to raise hell, boy, and evil is within man |
| All I know, is that bitch better have my money |
| Cause money issues have your mom’s act funny wit’you |
| We had dreams of being rich, uh? |
| Always had dreams of being rich, wow! |
| Bitches on my dick now |
| When I think about it, ain’t shit changed |
| I’m trying to get my money pass so closer to a pharaoh’s |
| I know that I can get close I’mma show her i’mma get dough |
| Nigga I don’t ride, I get chauffered on the metro |
| Poor nigga, rich mind, it won’t hurt if you let go of reality I’m searching for |
| a battle, jeez |
| But no one’s here to challenge me |
| Throwin' a lot of shots and they fatal ones |
| Trust no nigga, even the devil had a halo once |
| The demons carry angel dust, stressin' I know |
| I got to pick my ankles up but this lean in this Sprite soda got me talking |
| like Yoda |
| Don’t ever live my life sober |
| Oooh, I love it when they doubt me |
| Cash right where my mouth be, check my stomach for the hunger |
| Don’t laugh at the outie |
| My boy frank in the Audi |
| Scoop me up we outtie, bumpin' music loudly, crazy how lousy these niggas |
| soundin' |
| I heard these niggas talkin' and never talk around me |
| Nigga you listen to Casey Veggies, you ain’t about beef |
| Are you scary? |
| But I’m more than scary |
| To the ordinary storytelling motherfucking author |
| Cooking up some shit your stomach could never process |
| My apron dirty really need to wash it |
| Cause Cozz is heading to the top |
| Watch whenever my shit drop I don’t know when |
| But I’m never counting losses |
| Only counting my profit, nigga, stop it |
| Got niggas noz sick, motherfucker always had— |
| Dreams of being rich, wow! |
| Always had dreams of being rich, uh? |
| Momma never thought I’d make it this way |
| Momma never thought I’d make it this way |
| I know we got dreams of being rich |
| The rollie on my arm, the pieces on my neck |
| Poppa needin' a rent |