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(Hook 1) I'm having millionaire dreams and penitentiary nightmares World on my shoulder, the haters under my night gale I'm like yea, big money and ambition I'm right here, they lookin for what the game missin (Hook 2) Yea, it won't stop Countin this money til my casket drop Waitin my turn til I get my shot Fuck that, shut em down, open up shop (Verse) I'm having millionaire dreams and penitentiary nightmares I ain't runnin from it my nigga, I'm standin right here So far ahead of you niggas, I'm talkin light years Smoking on some OG kush, higher than light bills I got bills, heron and kilos I got a safe, the combination the G code I'm on the come up, these niggas peepin my skilo We chase money in every city that we go Illegal, down from the year, my coheba Keep a loaded 22 in my sneaker Ether what I'm spittin straight through the speaker Believe I turn these haters to believers I need me a down ass bitch, not no skeezer SongtexteIn Kingston, Jamaica, smoking on some reefer All these niggas haters, I swear they actin like divas Fuck er one time, she under my anesthesia (Hook 1) I'm having millionaire dreams and penitentiary nightmares World on my shoulder, the haters under my night gale I'm like yea, big money and ambition I'm right here, they lookin for what the game missin (Hook 2) Yea, it won't stop Countin this money til my casket drop Waitin my turn til I get my shot Fuck that, shut em down, open up shop (Verse) I say red and green scrikes, dissed on my linen Gucci belt buckle, the gun barrel extended Lime light bright, these haters tryna dimmit These killas will bust your head for a cold bottle of Guinness And Lord be my witness, I ate them canned goods House man in prison they take your manhood He won't even shoot a pigeon, he dick in his man wood We possess niggas rap, career be landlord All I need good weed and can of Red Bull They ain't fuckin with me, couldn't even clean my shoes My gas tank on E, my wallet is on full These diamonds yellow as cheese, my closet is all true Religion, money over these bitches My decision got me up out of that drug dealin Friends turnin favors, that's why I can't fuck with em A lesson bout some paper could make me a buck winner Come on (Hook 1) I'm having millionaire dreams and penitentiary nightmares World on my shoulder, the haters under my night gale I'm like yea, big money and ambition I'm right here, they lookin for what the game missin (Hook 2) Yea, it won't stop Countin this money til my casket drop Waitin my turn til I get my shot Fuck that, shut em down, open up shop Aus Songtexte Mania