[Intro: DJ Drama]
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Studies say humans forget 90% of their dream, upon the first 10 minutes of waking
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{"Cardo on the beat!"} They say most people don't even remember, 99% of the dreams they ever even had
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{"Cardo on the beat!"} Haheh, as Dreamchasers, we're the exception
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[Meek Mill:]
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Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed; quarter mil for the Mulsanne, flex
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All my niggas gon' cash, checks, and all y'all niggas look mad, stressed
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And we ain't even made niggas mad, yet, cause next time I grab, I'ma grab, jet
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I might go Bugatti with a bad bitch beside me, nigga hotter than wasabi, get that ass, wet
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Young niggas goin' hard in the streets, we ain't ever known to call the police
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Got birds for the twenty-five K (WOO!) sounds like a bargain to me
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Young niggas gettin' money in the Bent, leather lookin' like Spalding to me
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And I don't know what no line look like; hundred bad bitches gettin' all in with me
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Get 'em all in for free; started, started with a quarter ounce of hard rock
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And now I got a lot of cars, if a nigga talk the foreigns, got a car lot
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And everybody talkin' money but they ain't showing numbers like the call block
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And all I do is count money, fuck pretty ass hoes, and car shop
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[Chorus: Meek Mill]
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Yeah nigga I'm leanin', leanin'; young rich nigga, I'm leanin'
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Puffin' on strong, gettin' gold, bad bitches lookin' like Nia Long, I mean it
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Nigga I'm leanin', leanin'; young rich nigga, I'm leanin'
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Sippin' on promethazine that nigga; my team got money all season
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Nigga I'm leanin'...
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[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, damn near see my demons (La Flame!)
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Loose furs, hyenas, for the love of money and Selena
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Vatos losin' their nerves, there's bird niggas on the curbs and let 'em pull up and do the Macarena (AHHHHH!!)
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H-Town niggas spilled Peach Crush on my jeans (nope)
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Never go far with no bitch with no condoms unless they can cover the lease on my Beamer (straight up)
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Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my hoes (La Flame)
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Let's go down in Ibiza town, we get cold, you don't need no coat
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Mu'fucker, I'm leanin' (dope); don't talk to me, couple street niggas think twice before crossin' me (oh no)
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Meek, these niggas shit can't last that long, why these motherfuckers keep botherin' me? (straight up)
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I'm leanin', for a minute you had me then the second I caught it when it passed me
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Oh no (straight up) somebody pass me a blunt and a double world cup
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Mu'fucker, mu'fucker I'm...
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[Chorus]
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[Outro 1: Birdman (Meek Mill)]
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Yeah, straight lovers to this life, nigga; parlay or nothin'
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See we started trappin' before we was rappin', and then we was, trappin' and rappin'
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Shining on these hoes, high life, hah
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This what we live now - blowin' out the pound, heh, Italian on the floor nigga
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Ya understand me? Steppin' onto a mil' nigga
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(They say money rule the world, you can't pay God with it)
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Step your game up nigga or lose your bitch nigga
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It's just that simple...
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[Outro 2: Diddy]
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Yeah, we Dreamchasers
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We out there gettin' this money so you can't fuck with everybody
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Cause everybody ain't at you motherfuckin' level so the motherfuckers that don't understand you
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They wind up motherfuckin' hatin' you, and so you know what you gotta do
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And so you gotta hate those motherfuckers too
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Fuck them niggas, fuck they motherfuckin' mommas
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They daddies, they aunts, they uncles and they little tee-tees, too
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Ayo, suck a dick; Meek Mills, let's get it
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I'm Leanin' (Intro)
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Meek Mill |