Puff Daddy - I'm Leanin' lyrics

[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