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Money Dreams
by Whiskey Rocks
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You know I'm bankin on dollars, yes I'm extendin them commas
I got problems, what problems? Pay other pay to solve em
No I'm not doing carbs, but I won't cut out bread
No shot to the current, but I like my presidents dead
I want my racks like big titties, that can feed me like kiddies
Not sure if its' the weather or this ice got me nippy
Money cycle like circles, bags of bills crown royal purple
Lick me fresh, but do me like milk, cuz I love being spoiled
Pick a card, he said like a magician, uh
Call his card data, cuz it comes with no limits
Sexual stamina, fiscal fitness, winning, never sprintin
Money cross country, sky miles, all calls long distance
Take it dirty dirty, take it clean clean
As long as its' money, I'll take it by any means
Money like toll booths, zippin by with no roof
Shoeboxes, duffle bags, paid back all IOUs
Do you really got a choice, when you never need to choose
When payin rents less than a pair of shoes
I supply a demand with every transaction
Paper, wire, plastic you can always CashApp it
Snatchin all tithes, there is no discrimination
In God we trust, is the only denomination
When I say I'm ballin everyday, I'm not talking about my testicles
Pair of new glasses, everytime I make spectacle
High lifestyle, everything elevated
Eyes stay chinky, need no explanation
Bling, bling, bling, onomatopoeia
Ching, ching, ching, that right thur is alliteration
Yo I'm so explicit, but this is a first
You notice, I ain't even cuss once
In this long ass verse
You know I'm bankin on dollars, yes I'm extendin them commas
I got problems, what problems? Pay other pay to solve em
No I'm not doing carbs, but I won't cut out bread
No shot to the current, but I like my presidents dead
I want my racks like big titties, that can feed me like kiddies
Not sure if its' the weather or this ice got me nippy
Money cycle like circles, bags of bills crown royal purple
Lick me fresh, but do me like milk, cuz I love being spoiled
Pick a card, he said like a magician, uh
Call his card data, cuz it comes with no limits
Sexual stamina, fiscal fitness, winning, never sprintin
Money cross country, sky miles, all calls long distance
Take it dirty dirty, take it clean clean
As long as its' money, I'll take it by any means
Money like toll booths, zippin by with no roof
Shoeboxes, duffle bags, paid back all IOUs
Do you really got a choice, when you never need to choose
When payin rents less than a pair of shoes
I supply a demand with every transaction
Paper, wire, plastic you can always CashApp it
Snatchin all tithes, there is no discrimination
In God we trust, is the only denomination
When I say I'm ballin everyday, I'm not talking about my testicles
Pair of new glasses, everytime I make spectacle
High lifestyle, everything elevated
Eyes stay chinky, need no explanation
Bling, bling, bling, onomatopoeia
Ching, ching, ching, that right thur is alliteration
Yo I'm so explicit, but this is a first
You notice, I ain't even cuss once
In this long ass verse
