[Intro: DJ Drama]
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Study say humans forget 90% of their dream upon the first 10 minutes of waking.
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They say most people don't even remember 99% of the dreams they ever even had, as dream chasers we're the exception.
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed
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Quarter mil for the Mulsanne, flex
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All my niggas gon' cash checks
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And all y'all niggas look mad stressed
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And we ain't even made niggas mad yet
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Cause next time I grab, I'm a grab jet
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I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside me
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Nigga hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wet
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Young niggas going hard in the streets
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We ain't ever know to call the police
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Got birds for the twenty five K
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Sounds like a bargain to me
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Young niggas getting money
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In the Bentley, never looking like [?]
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And I don't know what no line look like
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A hundred bad bitches gettin' all in with me
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Get 'em all in for free
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Started, started with a quarter ounce of hard rock
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And now I got a lot of cars
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If a nigga talk the foreigns, got a car lot
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And everybody talkin' money
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But they ain't showing numbers like the car block
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And all I do is count money
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Fuck pretty ass hoes, and call shots
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[Hook: Meek Mill]
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Yeah nigga I'm leanin', leanin'
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Young rich nigga, I'm leanin'
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Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad bitches
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Looking like Nia Long got meaning
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Nigga I'm leanin', leanin'
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Young rich nigga, I'm leanin'
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Sippin' on promethazine that nigga my team got money
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All see me, nigga I'm leanin'
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[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
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Mmm, leanin' -- damn near spilled my semen (straight up)
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Had a twenty-twenty on my preacher wife
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Damn near see my demons (La Flame!)
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Loose furs, hyenas
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For the love of money, it's a leaner
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Vatos losing their nerves, bird niggas on the curbs
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And let 'em [?]
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H-town niggas spilled Peach Crush on my jeans
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Never go off with no bitch with no condoms
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Unless they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)
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Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my hoes
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Let's go down in Ibiza town
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We get cold, you don't need no coat
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Motherfucker, I'm leanin'
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Don't talk to me, couple street niggas
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Think twice before crossing me
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Meek, these niggas shit can't last that long
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Why these motherfuckers keep bothering me
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I'm leanin', for a minute you had me
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Then the second I caught it when it passed me
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Oh no (straight up)
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Somebody pass me a blunt and a double world cup
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Motherfucker, motherfucker...
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Birdman]
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See we started trap, before we was rap
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And then we was, trappin' at rap
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Shining on these hoes, high life
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This what we live now
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Blowin' out the pop
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Italian on the flow nigga
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You understand me
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Stepping onto a mil nigga
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(They say money rule the world
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You can't pay God with it)
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Step your game up nigga
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Or lose your bitch nigga
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It's just that simple
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[Diddy]
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Yeah, we dreamchasers
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We out there gettin' this money
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So you can't fuck with everybody
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Cause everybody ain't at you motherfucking level
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So the motherfuckers that don't understand you
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They wind up motherfucking hating you
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So you know what you gotta do
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You gotta hate those motherfuckers too
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Fuck them niggas
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Fuck they motherfucking mommmas
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They daddies, they aunts, they uncles
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And they little tee tees, too
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Ayo, suck a dick
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Meek Mill, let's get it
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I'm Leanin (Intro)
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Meek Mill |