Million Dollar Dreams Young Moe (Ft. Fat Trel)

[Intro]
They say every real boss started off as a hard worker
They do it for the money and the fame
We do it for all y'all people going through the same thing

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Million dollar dreams, bricks of gold
Million dollar cars, million dollar clothes
Same time never change, fucking hundred dollar hoes
And if I could tell time, I would tell ya time froze
My nigga I'm worth a billion, I want my children in tall tall buildings
I know I'm real because all y'all feel me
You jackass trying to rob while the lord try to kill me
God, need a dog just to guard my millions

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Started out with baking soda, boosie was the worker
Meatchi was the the cooker, P gon' spot that urfa
Gleeshy be the shooter, fuck wit me I wet yo shirt up
Come through and I bet I shoot some shit you never heard of
Police on the wire tap, say they talking murder
But that my out of town trap, I don't plan on goin' back
Call me global Gleeshy hundred homies where you find me at
Fuckin' pretty pussy stripper bitches in my culdesac
Blowin' up my old Mac like where the fuck my bros at
Bitch layin' beside me I'm like where the fuck yo clothes at
Ho you gotta go, see you at the door
Duffle bag dreams I see hundred on the floor