[Verse 1]
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To all hustla's with the same interest
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Bow your heads as the Lord's mention
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Prayer service held in the kitchen
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I wish they never found Jimmy Henchmen
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I'm what dreams are made of
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Cocaine Ronald gave us
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Then Nancy tried to save us
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By that time we had Motorola pagers
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Now we push button start motors
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Yacht owners, you small ballin, that's pot water
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Menage a trois' in the bath house
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Blew money on a¢æ?em, bitches never bad mouth
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You glass slipper bad whores, I just cash out
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You open doors, I open jaws and pass out
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Luxury is just my lifestyle
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I'm Scott free with a million dollar bright smile
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[Chorus]
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You niggas gettin' money, I never hear about it
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The bricks fell, I skip jail, live to tell about it
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I'm what dreams are made of
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I'm what dreams are made of
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Sell that pussy to me, I'd rather buy it baby
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Look at ya purse you need the help, you can't deny it baby
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I'm what dreams are made of
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I'm what dreams are made of
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah, Louboutins under sweats
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A hundred just landed on responding to a text
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Niggas talk money but I'm still unimpressed
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When these thousand dollar sneakers got me feeling under dressed
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Hip Hop bores me, hustla's applaud me
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Too much school boy, not enough rude boy
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Nothing match the feeling of pulling up in that new toy
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And it ain't even half of my safe, tuck like Jew boy
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Bentley with the rag-top yarmulke
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It says kilometres all on my speedometer
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Cocaine under my tongue like thermometer
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I got the fever, I never took a breather
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Need a way out like Nas needed an Ether
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Like Mike Vick chased by Peta
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More Pony hairs, more Zebras
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More pythons, more lizards
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[Chorus]
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What Dreams Are Made Of
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| Pusha T |
