Dreams Money Can Buy Lyrics

I'm the center of attention boy hard to compete with
Ace zone the moan is no secret
First one to blast, last one to laugh
And bitch I do numbers you don't know about cash
I'm the one they talking 'bout when they say he nice
And all this fleer that I wear gonna have a price
[?] priceless, my thing righteous
Labels try to snatch the kid up like Deifuss
But I remain true, [?]
Cause I be calling them shots, it's like a [?]
Never take all these [?] stretch border
Money pussy patron in the same order
I live that good life, bitch I'm on that [?] shit
Flying in the sky, sitting in the cockpit
Cuban cigars, rosee I'm a star
With a bad bitch, and another in the mall
Never slowing up, product of that fast life
They wanna [?] me, but they ain't got the cash right
They rolling hard, but that's only for the moment now
Well makes sense don't it, I make dollars
MJ holler, true piece [?] them hoes got their hands up
And never gets nada
I'm in the ac state of mind, before you get the [?]
Let me tell you one time
Y'all nigger know what it is, man?
Do what you gotta do, just don't fuck with me, er?
Atlantic city in the motherfucking building
Right back to the west coast
LA, [?] what the fuck we do [?] let's go

I got play money, everyday money
Retro injay wolf grey money
Need that watch to throw [?] money
No illuminati, that's gay money
Need a Bugatti to fly through the set
Paparazzi snapping security make them jet
I'm with a bad bitch and the shit is making her wet
While we on the... the katanas on sunset
Good sushi, good wine and the night is young
Lot of stars out tonight, she say I'm the brightest one
She really can't believe it, so happy when I beat it
I know you're excited, just don't act me when you twit it
You won't grab a nigger style, I'm [?] before a while
Then it's Audi R8 to the G6, it's hard to keep chicks
I remember I used to meet chicks
Whose shoulders was colder than ski trips
But somehow, they all seem to love me all the sudden
I knew I was the guy when I wasn't
I'm hot, oven, cold, freezer
Guess how niggers rapping these days, can you believe it?
Me either, me ether you super ugly
I don't gotta dance my jewels throwing the duggy
So much ice I can skate upon a nigger
So fuck what they hating on me nigger, yikes!
Don't fuck with me don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me don't fuck with me

Honestly, I'm a piece of real maniac
Cross the line one time, can't take it back
Yeah, I left face seat, but I be coming back
Now I live in LA count money stacks
Live the high life, had to get my mind right
Ménage black and white women daily, Klondike
And you don't even know the half of shit
That be doing my nigger got cash
You fuckers is suckers can't keep up
On my thug shit, Louie belt heat top
Smoking ganga og kush pop
Fresh [?] never catch me looking rough
I'm too fresh, pretty tune at his best
And I keep my bitches broke man I know the rest
Cut a nigger off quick like a deadline
Cause of a snitch my nigger dead doing fed time
And all I hear he never coming home
And it's fucked up cause now his kid is all alone
Hard headed niggers with no father figures
And he can't pull a job but he pull the trigger
And that's fucked up but that's life
Yo he good in the hood with the gun and knife
So before I go to sleep I say my prayers
To all [?] and my niggers up in the air
Don't fuck with me don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me don't fuck with me.