Dreaming Gunna

[Intro]
Yeah, hey
(B-B-B-BRackz)
Hey

[Chorus]
I had fell to the ground, I was down with no damn money
(down with no damn money)
With nobody else around, fuck my friends, I got dead homies
(friends i got dead homies)
Fuck the feds and the stress, but we gotta keep that bread comin'
(gotta keep that bread comin')
Yeah, I can tell you 'bout the rest
I been dreamin' 'bout these blue hundreds

[Verse 1]
Pull out me a 'vette, watch I land on it (land on it)
Molly color tan, look like sand on it (look like sand on it)
Bag [?], got it color coded (color coded)
I'm hollerin' at my mans, he just copped a Rover (copped a Rover)
What you need nigga? Place your order (yea, yea)
This shit in from across the border (across the border)
Gunna good with that Florida water (Florida water)
These Givenchys came from Mr. Porter (Giv-Giv-Givenchy)
I'm one hundred but I blew a quarter (yea, yea)
Young nigga might be fucking on your daughter
(might be fucking on your daughter)
I don't give a damn, I won't ever love her (never love her)
Young Gunna the man, ain't no damn 'nother (damn 'nother)
I used to go scam with my scam brothers (scam brothers)
Had to feed my fam, eat that bread and butter (yea, yea)
I feel like a man, I ain't fail my mother
Ever since I was a child, we been had each other