[Verse 1: Jimmy Kelso]
Lately, I've been dreaming of my favorite Benz
A model and a couple of her lady friends
They're addicted to weed, clothes, and Chardonnay
Life lessons are better learned the hard way
Hard drop top-down out in broad day
Lord, I'm sorry, forgive me, but shit I need cake
Malcolm said get means by any way, so I know my dreams coming like any day
Stepping out clean when I pose for them pictures
Shittin' on them lames, make them hoes do the dishes
All this money chasing I got time for no bitches
But its Kobe Bryant diamonds when I'm dealing with my mistress
So imagine what my miss get, chavasi chandeliers hangin' in the kitchen
She call it success, y'all calling it trickin'
Motherfucker I'm blessed my mom calling me gifted
Tell me how real is that
Producers send me tracks its murder when I send it back
Wack rappers and lame niggas that send me raps
I'm just scoping from the top like handle that
And now the views much clearer
Fake rappers turn to lies when you first hear em
Them other weak niggas is barely hittin' my mirror
It's 2012, my nigga the truth is finally here
[Chorus: Lute]
He said it's all about the money, the cars, the clothes
Boy, that's all these niggas know
Put a Chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul for the hoes
Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes
Bruh, that's all these bitches knows
Catch a nigga on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes
He said it's all about the money, the cars, the clothes
Boy, that's all these niggas know
Put a Chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes
Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes
Bruh, that's all these bitches knows
Catch a nigga on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes
Lately, I've been dreaming of my favorite Benz
A model and a couple of her lady friends
They're addicted to weed, clothes, and Chardonnay
Life lessons are better learned the hard way
Hard drop top-down out in broad day
Lord, I'm sorry, forgive me, but shit I need cake
Malcolm said get means by any way, so I know my dreams coming like any day
Stepping out clean when I pose for them pictures
Shittin' on them lames, make them hoes do the dishes
All this money chasing I got time for no bitches
But its Kobe Bryant diamonds when I'm dealing with my mistress
So imagine what my miss get, chavasi chandeliers hangin' in the kitchen
She call it success, y'all calling it trickin'
Motherfucker I'm blessed my mom calling me gifted
Tell me how real is that
Producers send me tracks its murder when I send it back
Wack rappers and lame niggas that send me raps
I'm just scoping from the top like handle that
And now the views much clearer
Fake rappers turn to lies when you first hear em
Them other weak niggas is barely hittin' my mirror
It's 2012, my nigga the truth is finally here
[Chorus: Lute]
He said it's all about the money, the cars, the clothes
Boy, that's all these niggas know
Put a Chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul for the hoes
Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes
Bruh, that's all these bitches knows
Catch a nigga on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes
He said it's all about the money, the cars, the clothes
Boy, that's all these niggas know
Put a Chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes
Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes
Bruh, that's all these bitches knows
Catch a nigga on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes
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