Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dreams of Money, artist - Mickey Factz. Album song Mickey MauSe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.02.2016
Record label: Museum Mick
Song language: English
Dreams of Money |
| Beepers and cell phone users are coke rulers |
| So in summer when snows moving, the roads ruined |
| (We'll be right over!) |
| Get a plow, get a blaow, you get a trial |
| For a rich lawyer to get it reconciled (A customer!) |
| These dreams turn to nightmares, you’ll see Freddy smile |
| Your life can end in one ring like a wedding vow (The telephone!) |
| Phone call 'bout a bread pile, will get you drowned |
| Indecent proposal can leave your whole bed defiled |
| You want Moore like Demi, so for the chedder now (I'll say we do!) |
| Ain’t nothing on sale, but you selling out |
| Look where you headed |
| Searching for a comforter but not where your bed is |
| For that green sheet you count sheep like a shepherd |
| Psalm 23, on repeat like a record, that’s scratched from the beginning |
| Slumber for the presidents (Ha ha) |
| They tried to kill Reagan twice that’s evidence (Ha ha) |
| Women put their bodies on display and sell a bit but not celibate |
| They waking up hell bent feeling devilish (Good morning) |
| Money’s the root of all evil so the message is |
| The relatives on your family tree can be your nemesis |
| Visions of canopy’s counting salaries in ya crib |
| Isn’t reality but the fantasy helps ya live (We'll get it) |
| Homeless people street dream but they can’t handle |
| So they panhandle (Ok!) |
| Water washed away their sand castle |
| So they’re trapped inside of a black apple |
| Where the worms go back and forth like hand paddles (Ha ha) |
| Hanging off a fire escape I see it all |
| Hand on a ladder, making my words be a wall (What do ya know?) |
| Could’ve studied at Seton Hall but luckily me and art |
| Don’t snore or yawn, either or |
| I’m back bro (Hey!) |
| Singing lullabies for the cash flow (Hey!) |
| They call me butterfly cause I’m that dope |
| Stutter lines got called a cocoon, but when the stacks grow |
| I attract folks |
| They assholes who jump in their sleep, tadpoles in bathrobes |
| Now all they can do is nap, so |
| They attach dough to fabric up on a flagpole |
| Salute it like Castro |
| Beauties turn beast for it, no glass rose |
| And they would lie worse than pinocchio’s last nose (My nose!) |
| And that’s low |
| Inspiring actress |
| On a mattress |
| Slipping out of a black dress |
| Just to be that next |
| Star… |
| Bet on their ass and ass bet (On the bed!) |
| Pillow fights to cash checks |
| Silly right? |
| Yes |
| Eyes wide shut |
| If that’s the windows to your soul, put your blinds up (Ha ha ha) |
| Daydreaming bout my bucks |
| At least I see what I’m doing so when I rise up |
| Dollar signs in my eye ducts (Hahahahahaha!) |
| Cry tears that make sense, blind fear makes strength |
| My brush sways left, blind folded to the paint sketch (OK!) |
| My eyes rolling while I take breaths (Yezzir!) |
| If I doze then I may have slept on what I may have dreamt (Oh Boy!) |
| Hold up like I made a tent |
| I’m broke but I’m still paying rent |
| I’m living like I’m bed ridden how my day is spent |
| I’m hanging with SegaSonic, but everybody think it’s Kemp |
| Fall asleep with a woman for a ladies scent |
| Penny for her thoughts, I need closure (Ha Ha!) |
| Want to be well-rested when it’s over (Ha Ha!) |
| One hand on the holster |
| Because before I get broke, I’ll put myself in a coma |