[Intro] They say every real boss started off as a hard worker They do it for the money and the fame we do it for all yall people going through the same thing [Hook - Fat Trel] Million dollar dreams, Bricks of gold Million dollar cars, Million dollar clothes Same time never change, f**ing hundred dollar hoes And if I could tell time, I would tell ya time froze My n***a I'm worth a billion, I want my children in tall tall buildings I know I'm real B cuz all yall feel me You jackas trying to rob while the lord try to k** me God, need a dog just to guard my millions [Fat Trel] Started out with baking soda, boosie was the worker Meatchi was the the cooker, P gon' spot that urfa Gleeshy be the shooter, f** wit me I wet yo shirt up Come through and I bet I shoot some sh** you never heard of Police on the wire tap, say they talking murder But that my out of town trap, I don't plan on goin back Call me global Gleeshy hundred homies where you find me at f**in pretty p**y stripper b**hes in my culdesac Blowin up my old Mac like where the f** my bros at b**h layin beside me I'm like where the f** yo clothes at Ho you gotta go, see you at the door Duffle bag dreams I see hundred on the floor [Hook] [Young Moe] Waking up with nothing make you dream about a lot of sh** You need you proper sense if you'll be making every dollar flip Prayin to Allah, these cases from the law Like my life be on the line and I'm bout to end the call Cuz I be feeling hopeless, I could make the coke flip I could rob somebody and break it down with my whole clique Thinking that its music I tell em it's something deeper It's way more than the words you be listening through your speakers You started from the bottom I started off on the bleachers So basically I'm a student who's trying to become a teacher I'm stand on the borderline, hurting it ain't no disguise Laying down I close my eyes and I be having million dollar dreams [Hook}