[Intro: DJ Drama]Studies say humans forget 90% of their dreamUpon the first 10 minutes of wakingThey say most people don't even remember 99% of the dreams they ever even hadAs dream chasers we're the exception[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred grand large on the watch, blessedQuarter mil for the Mulsanne, flexAll my niggas gon' cash checksAnd all y'all niggas look mad stressedAnd we ain't even made niggas mad yetCause next time I grab, I'm a grab jetI might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside meNigga hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wetYoung niggas going hard in the streetsWe ain't ever know to call the policeGot birds for the twenty five KSounds like a bargain to meYoung niggas getting moneyIn the Bent, leather looking like spalding to meAnd I don't know what no line look likeHundred bad bitches gettin' all in with meGet 'em all in for freeStarted, started with a quarter ounce of hard rockAnd now I got a lot of carsIf a nigga talk the foreigns, got a car lotAnd everybody talkin' moneyBut they ain't showing numbers like the call blockAnd all I do is count moneyFuck pretty ass hoes, and car shop[Hook: Meek Mill]Yeah nigga I'm leanin', leanin'Young rich nigga, I'm leanin'Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad bitchesLooking like Nia Long I mean itNigga I'm leanin', leanin'Young rich nigga, I'm leanin'Sippin' on promethazine that niggaMy team got money all seasonNigga I'm leanin'[Verse 2: Travis Scott]Mmm, leanin' -- damn near spilled my semen (straight up)Had a twenty-twenty my preacher wifeDamn near see my demons (La Flame!)Loose furs, hyenasFor the love of money, it's a leanerVatos losing their nerves, as a bird niggas on the curbsLet 'em put a cape and did a MacarenaH-town niggas spilled Peach Crush on my jeansNever go far with no bitch with no condomsUnless they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my hoesLet's go down in Ibiza townWe get cold, you don't need no coatMotherfucker, I'm leanin'Don't talk to me, couple street niggasThink twice before crossing meMeek, these niggas shit can't last that longWhy these motherfuckers keep bothering meI'm leanin', for a minute you had meThen the second I caught it when it passed meOh no (straight up)Somebody pass me a blunt and a double world cupMotherfucker, motherfucker...[Hook][Outro: Birdman]See we started trap, before we was rapAnd then we was, trappin' at rapShining on these hoes, high lifeThis what we live nowBlowin' out the popItalian on the flow niggaYou understand meStepping onto a mil nigga(They say money rule the worldYou can't pay God with it)Step your game up niggaOr lose your bitch niggaIt's just that simple[Diddy]Yeah, we dreamchasersWe out there gettin' this moneySo you can't fuck with everybodyCause everybody ain't at you motherfucking levelSo the motherfuckers that don't understand youThey wind up motherfucking hating youSo you know what you gotta doYou gotta hate those motherfuckers tooFuck them niggasFuck they motherfucking mommmasThey daddies, they aunts, they unclesAnd they little tee tees, tooAyo, suck a dickMeek Mill, let's get it
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