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Caviar dreams Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean All my niggas winning, this is our team Millions in drug money, the music is all clean EMG going public, this is all me See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream 757, G550, Ghost dreams Riding in my Cadi', it's a quarter million Gotta kit it up, computers is on the ceiling Oh what a feeling, drug dealing Catch a case, go to trial If niggas blow, we appealing Grew up surrounded by violence, money piling 100K in the Louis store, I don't do a stylist I'm a nigga that innovate, nigga that generate Chop up the body in garbage bags and incinerate That's a dirty birdy, that's a dinner plate Mama's good Tupperware It's time for some supper, dear Back in Miss Lyle's crib I would love it there Brittany wanted the chocolate, she tell me to fuck her bare A nigga that's from the jungle, chuck a spare Light a blunt, chug a beer Got the bucket of snare SongtexteDamn this shit was a sure profession Patience and slow progressions Open your heart receive My nigga don't blow your blessings Champagne wishes, caviar dreams Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean All my niggas winning, this is our team Millions in drug money, the music is all clean EMG going public, this is all me See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream 757, G550, Ghost dreams Daddy had the Benz Wagon Daddy had Bernice Burgos 'fore she had the wagon Pardon me for bragging Now I'm going platinum like Sysqo with the dragon Wavy like Max with the B, be sagging Or wavy like my head when you see the silky flapping Big waves like Katrina when the water crashed in (All right) They all wanna copy the wave Kids mosh pit in durags while I rock on the stage Nike boots and Marmots like it's a Harlem parade I'm in a jungle, I mean what more can I say? Antwon had the lion right in the PJs I mean damn, cops put us in the cage like we some animals But I'm still in love with this place Harlem world I think we need some prayers from Preacher Ma$e Out in France with designers just increasing my taste All the champagne spilling keep the crease from my face Champagne wishes, caviar dreams Cru in the gas tank, make the cars lean All my niggas winning, this is our team Millions in drug money, the music is all clean EMG going public, this is all me See back had the early vision when niggas was fourteen Have a baby, baby, give 'em all cream 757, G550, Ghost dreams Aus Songtexte Mania