Forbes List Dave East (Ft. Nas)
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[Intro: Dave East]
I can see millions, billions
Foreigns, all that
I can see myself gettin a lot of money
I can see the condo... Miami
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Uhh, I can see me in a sports car (I see it)
On 16th, shots of brown at the sports bar (shots)
At 16, I was hiding report cards
Now I see myself getting where I'm going, no OnStar
GPS for that money, got the directions (got 'em!)
Monday night hit the strip joint and cop a section (whole side)
Niggas ain't fighting no more, we got some weapons (strapped)
Do it for the culture, I really come from the essence
Essence magazine, brown skin
Cousin from the Heights
She told me he got some pounds and (word?)
Said he out in Brooklyn, he be back up town around ten (copy)
Mad traffic in the crib going through it with housin'
If I get evicted, play my bitch crib
You don't want no drama, niggas pop up where your kids live
Set up where your wife work
I be dressed like I'm just coming to see if your lights work
Shooter do it just cause he love me, nigga that's light work
[Intro: Dave East]
I can see millions, billions
Foreigns, all that
I can see myself gettin a lot of money
I can see the condo... Miami
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Uhh, I can see me in a sports car (I see it)
On 16th, shots of brown at the sports bar (shots)
At 16, I was hiding report cards
Now I see myself getting where I'm going, no OnStar
GPS for that money, got the directions (got 'em!)
Monday night hit the strip joint and cop a section (whole side)
Niggas ain't fighting no more, we got some weapons (strapped)
Do it for the culture, I really come from the essence
Essence magazine, brown skin
Cousin from the Heights
She told me he got some pounds and (word?)
Said he out in Brooklyn, he be back up town around ten (copy)
Mad traffic in the crib going through it with housin'
If I get evicted, play my bitch crib
You don't want no drama, niggas pop up where your kids live
Set up where your wife work
I be dressed like I'm just coming to see if your lights work
Shooter do it just cause he love me, nigga that's light work
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