Million $ Dreams Lyrics - Singles - Joey Fatts

Million dollar dreams, hundred dollar nightmares 

Stomp him 'til he bleed, my nigga don't fight fair 

It's OPB, I promise I was right there 

With my heart on my sleeve and my gun in my hand 

It's jumpin' when the day end, your block gon' look like Space Jam 

My momma wasn't prayin' for no reason, scared her baby was deceased 

Out here runnin' from police, it's playin' grown up in these streets 

But I'm a problem and no nigga breathin' stoppin' that, cock it back 

Ridin' with my niggas 'til the tires flat 

Ride where you ain't welcome at 

Born for this shit I think cause ain't nobody takin' action 

Gotta make it big or I'll be here if I don't make it happen 

Plus my mama sick and medication cost her Cadillac 

Likely that she'll die before we straight and I ain't havin' that 

Niggas never had it all so don't show it off, I'm grabbin' that 

Sippin' [?], I'm just here to get the green 

Tryin' to make a hundred thousand off these million dollar dreams 

Every dream chasin' figures, late night runnin' the streets 

It's just me and my niggas with these million dollar dreams 

And these my niggas 'til the end, no matter how it seems 

And I'm gon' ride for them cause I know they gon' ride for me 

(Me and my niggas) with these million dollar dreams 

(Me and my niggas) Gotta get it by any means 

(Me and my niggas) with these million dollar dreams 

(Me and my niggas) with these million dollar dreams 

Ride for my niggas cause I know they'll ride for me and I will 

Die for my niggas cause I know they'll die for me and I'm a 

Ride for my niggas cause I know they'll ride for me and I will 

Die for my niggas, I'm a ride for my niggas 

My brother just got four years for two gun charges 

And still fuck a case I'm strapped regardless 

Run up on me, I'm sparkin', out here sellin' drugs cause niggas is starvin' 

Slangin' trees like Tarzan so hit my phone for the bargain 

Told my momma I'm crippin', she said don't call for a visit 

If you'll ass do a sentence go right in somebody's prison 

But I'm thuggin' with my niggas 'til my clock stop on seventh street 

The poppy block, everybody know how the naughtys rock 

We fight for what's ours cause all we got is the streets 

Cause the streets filled the pot when we ain't have shit to eat 

Out here grindin' 'round the clock, the rent due next week 

I got two halves, a nigga need at least two eighty for these 

I'm tryin' to turn these beats into a hundred thousand 

Damned if I let my mama die up in that public housin', gotta get it 

Cause forever all my niggas been without and do whatever for the cheddar 

Catch me lackin', bitch I doubt it 

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