Terrance Moore - Dreams (Of Getting Rich) lyrics

[Intro:Terrance Moore] Retro Nuveaux Yeah, yeah [Hook] Dreams of ballin' like spalding, turned Madison Square We sin, yeah, but we try to do right We're having a good time We're sipping on wine They like me cause I rhyme I should, but I don't mind (It's all good baby baby) I told 'em f** it, we good (It's all good baby baby) Yeah, I told 'em f** it, we good (It's all good baby baby) Yeah, I told 'em f** it, we good (It's all good baby baby) I told 'em f** it [Verse 1: Terrance Moore] I need an R&B chick So when I get some R&R, she get this dick I know it's sick, but look where I come from The music scene died down, but n***as got mad drums And so it seems mad dumb, but live here long you're mad numb Where n***as tote magnums, and also tote magnums But never use it Babies makin' babies to '90s music I can't knock it, but I can't choose it I'm too young and too stressed already I already stood too many f**ing tests already, yeah Yeah, feeling like the best already But they probably sayin' "Put that 'best' bullsh** to rest already," Won't rest 'til I manifest That which, countless times I've re-a**essed Yes, Nuveaux my tribe, we on a quest I'm buggin' out But I continue smoking weed cause I'm stressed, (Sorry!) [Hook] [Verse 2: Mont Doe] Rollin' Zig-Zag blunts in my Camry Pray to God, when I ride, sh** don't fail me, (Don't fail me now) Like a bad professor sh**, life gone test ya But in my mind, "What if finding greatness what I'm destined" (for) I ain't tryna be 34 whippin' around Accords, cause sh** Right now a n***a could barely afford a Ford Made a promise to myself I'll never change for wealth Cause karma is a b**h Lot of times she flys in stealth But it's all about the grind Yeah, we got dreams of ballin' with the game on the line n***as think they can walk in your shoes 'Til they try 'em on and feel there's a little too much room And yeah there's gone be some obstacles n***as choose a bunch of different ways to take shots at you But it's all about how you respond, and when the clock starts ticking Keep track of the time (It's Doe) [Hook] [PreVerse] Hello world It's Retro Nuveaux It's Retro Nuveaux Yeah, yeah [Verse 3] I had dreams of getting rich Making my lane switch f**ing a bad b**h Let me show you what cash get It's easy to spit, but not easy to spit great I'm done with these mixtapes, let's make some albums Hope the outcome, better than what happened to Malcolm And if they down him, I bet the next one found him Bet I drown 'em with quality, until the reaper follow me And strangers come to cry on me And everybody tryna be the next B.I.G. & 'Pac I'm tryna be me In that SLS AMG GT, make it a 6.3 Been dreaming 'bout cars since before his name on ID Luckily my pops ain't go into the war He became a trucker and therefore You know what that make me? One cursing-a**-bad motherf**er (Dream!) Always remember to just (Dream!) Retro Nuveaux