Yanga - Dreamwork lyrics

[Hook: AKA] Dollar sign got me in a good mood Word to Don Design that's my hood dude I was on the grind they was caught up in the hype Now you n***as ain't shinning like you used to Age 25 I don cop an iller ride Than my daddy drove when I was still in high school Trophies at the crib, emojis in a b**h If you talking sh**, then might need to breathalyse you [Verse 1: Aka] All they talk been cheap This the king speech Tell you 'bout the rap game Use your instincts Skwatta campaign, that was bu*tabing's peak Pop a lot of champagne on a win streak Dreamwork Made it to the big league Looking at the spreadsheet see the increase Jealousy or envy Rolling ten deep Barely making ends meet My revenge sweet Genius, oh baby They use to call me leader of the new school Haters take too many shots I need a bulletproof coupe Overcame so many odds I redefined the rule book Squad goals we cut throat Navigate these dark roads and pot holes Graduate from unknown among hoes To a higher place where drinks flow and blunts roll [Hook: Aka] Dollar sign got me in a good mood Word to Don Design that's my hood dude I was on the grind they was caught up in the hype Now you n***as ain't shinning like you used to Age 25 I don cop an iller ride Than my daddy drove when I was still in high school Trophies at the crib, emojis in a b**h If you talking sh**, then might need to breathalyse you [Verse 2: Yanga] Paper planes on the runway let it burn Take a cig going one way no return Switching lanes for the fun never done never done Put a smile on my mum cause she know we up You see my money talk a lot bruh I keep a hundred for the cop car Chuff it in the corner I roll already for the roll down Smoking plenty for the flow puff and pa** it to the owner I put the work on, like a grown up, showin up Ya'll be acting like we posers, corner Stashing figures in my clothes That's a new Madiba pose That admission make you sound bipolar I get on my grind now they love me like a church Hustle in my eyes Black Man k** a swerve I ain't doing bad all this n***as doing worse I got money in the bag no f**s in the verse [Hook: Aka] Dollar sign got me in a good mood Word to Don Design that's my hood dude I was on the grind they was caught up in the hype Now you n***as ain't shinning like you used to Age 25 I don cop an iller ride Than my daddy drove when I was still in high school Trophies at the crib, emojis in a b**h If you talking sh**, then might need to breathalyse you [Verse 3: Aka] f** the underground we been cooking for a while Ma nig up and down since a booking was a thou With my ladies in the house sleeping on my mama couch Take the whole amount throw it in my mom account That's dreamwork, that's the message First you counting paper then you counting blessings Don't never let the haters put you under pressure And don't forget that every failure is a lesson, no further question I got my wits about me Strictly all in, no spliffs or ouchie Who got the bright idea to clown me Last five years ain't sh** without me Most consistent I go the distance Lately though I don't pose for pictures I just hope that I am home for Christmas Pole position, road to riches [Hook: Aka] Dollar sign got me in a good mood Word to Don Design that's my hood dude I was on the grind they was caught up in the hype Now you n***as ain't shinning like you used to Age 25 I don cop an iller ride Than my daddy drove when I was still in high school Trophies at the crib, emojis in a b**h If you talking sh**, then might need to breathalyse you