[Produced by Cardo]
[Intro: DJ Drama]
Studies say humans forget 90% of their dream
Upon the first 10 minutes of waking
They say most people don't even remember
99% of the dreams they ever even had
As dream chasers we're the exception
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne, flex
All my n***as gon' cash checks
And all y'all n***as look mad stressed
And we ain't even made n***as mad yet
Cause next time I grab, I'm a grab jet
I might go Bugatti, with a bad b**h beside me
n***a hotter than Wasabi, get that a** wet
Young n***as going hard in the streets
We ain't ever know to call the police
Got birds for the twenty five K
Sounds like a bargain to me
Young n***as getting money
In the Bent, leather looking like spalding to me
And I don't know what no line look like
Hundred bad b**hes gettin' all in with me
Get 'em all in for free
Started, started with a quarter ounce of hard rock
And now I got a lot of cars
If a n***a talk the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody talkin' money
But they ain't showing numbers like the call block
And all I do is count money
f** pretty a** hoes, and car shop
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Yeah n***a I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich n***a, I'm leanin'
Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad b**hes
Looking like Nia Long I mean it
n***a I'm leanin', leanin'
Young rich n***a, I'm leanin'
Sippin' on promethazine that n***a
My team got money all season
n***a I'm leanin'
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Mmm, leanin' -- damn near spilled my semen (straight up)
Had a twenty-twenty on my preacher wife
Damn near see my demons (La Flame!)
Loose furs, hyenas
For the love of money and Selena
Vatos losing their nerves, bird n***as on the curbs
And let 'em pull up and do the Macarena
H-town n***as spilled Peach Crush on my jeans
Never go far with no b**h with no condoms
Unless they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my hoes
Let's go down in Ibiza town
We get cold, you don't need no coat
Motherf**er, I'm leanin'
Don't talk to me, couple street n***as
Think twice before crossing me
Meek, these n***as sh** can't last that long
Why these motherf**ers keep bothering me
I'm leanin', for a minute you had me
Then the second I caught it when it pa**ed me
Oh no (straight up)
Somebody pa** me a blunt and a double world cup
Motherf**er, motherf**er...
[Hook]
[Outro: Birdman]
See we started trap, before we was rap
And then we was, trappin' at rap
Shining on these hoes, high life
This what we live now
Blowin' out the pop
Italian on the floor n***a
You understand me
Stepping onto a mil n***a
(They say money rule the world
You can't pay God with it)
Step your game up n***a
Or lose your b**h n***a
It's just that simple
[Diddy]
Yeah, we dreamchasers
We out there gettin' this money
So you can't f** with everybody
Cause everybody ain't at you motherf**ing level
So the motherf**ers that don't understand you
They wind up motherf**ing hating you
So you know what you gotta do
You gotta hate those motherf**ers too
f** them n***as
f** they motherf**ing mommmas
They daddies, they aunts, they uncles
And they little tee tees, too
Ayo, s** a dick
Meek Mill, let's get it