Dolla And A Dream lyrics

by

Dave East


[Intro: Steven Young & Dave East]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah
Born as kings, n*gga
Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha
Die as kings n*gga
Oh yeah

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I got with Fraud, ain't nothin' fraudulent, still hit the bar, get bent (Nothin')
He produced it, I'm just talkin' sh*t, I had a dream, we all got rich (Uh)
Not a hatin' bone in my body, Gotti, I order hits (Boom)
Had to take a trip to the islands, find out my origin (Ah)
We just tryna ball like a tournament, shine like an ornaments (Shine)
I'm eatin' Cuban food in Miami, link with my Florida b*tch (Uh)
Healthy, we just tryna be wealthy, that mean you more than rich (More)
You gangsta? Catch a body in public, that way we all convinced (Shoot that n*gga)
If you solid, you ain't gotta speak on it, it's in your actions (Uh)
With money came division, sh*t broke us down to a fraction (sh*t broke us down)
This life don't compare to me and my daughter out relaxin'
At lеast he pulled up with some baggiеs, I'm stressin' out tryna match 'em (Woo)
Some sh*t never change, like you had a million-dollar bill (Never)
Steel sharpens steel, spirits got around me, and I caught the chills
For real, before we bagged it up, we let the fan dry it
My youngins really tryna get it back in blood, they vampires (Ha)
Me and my circle a bunch of sticks, this sh*t a campfire (Boom, boom)
You disrespect 'til n*ggas can't find you, buried with ants by you Under dirt, that paper made him lazy, he ain't wanna work
At close range, blood on his tee, put on another shirt
Nobody saw it
[Chorus: Steven Young & Dave East]
Life ain't what it seems (Uh)
From the dirt but a n*ggas still clean (Clean)
Hot and fresh on the scene
I be doin' sh*t that n*ggas never seen (Never)
I be gettin' b*tches that n*ggas only dream (Only)
I just want the money, peaches and the cream (Uh)
I just want the money, ball with my team (I just want the money)
We just some n*ggas that came from the concrete
Gotta have a dollar and a dream and believe

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Dollar, peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths (Peace)
Let's run the universe, everything I been through in a verse
Before my hearse, I want Ferrari horses (Vroom), Cavalli hoodies, order lobster for us
The dope was raw that mean they gotta call us (Call)
Meyer Lansky, hide the dope in the rice in the pantry (Uh)
Len Bias coke, drop dead right on the campus (Right there)
Plug gave me my own work, now I can stamp it (Stamp)
Dust made 'em get naked, they started dancin' (Uh)
Harlem shakin' in the lobby like a Diddy vid (Woo)
I ain't gotta fantasize, I talk 'bout sh*t we really did (We did it)
The courts can't charge him as an adult, because he still a kid (Youngin')
n*ggas rather burn it 'fore they build a bridge, I'm low, but I be in the mix (I'm in it)
Scramblin', n*ggas lost their life due to gamblin'
Had weed on the campus in Louisiana, gramblin' (Uh)
Really wildin', talking bout them cells we was in and out of
Now the kicks a thousand, still get my lobster from City Island (You know it, n*gga)
[Chorus: Steven Young & Dave East]
Life ain't what it seems (Nah)
From the dirt but a n*ggas still clean (I'm from the dirt)
Hot and fresh on the scene (Uh)
I be doin' sh*t that n*ggas never seen (Hoffa)
I be gettin' b*tches that n*ggas only dream (Hoffa)
I just want the money, peaches and the cream (That all)
I just want the money (The money), ball with my team (Baller)
We just some n*ggas that came from the concrete (Concrete, n*gga)
Gotta have a dollar and a dream and believe

[Outro: Dave East]
From the concrete n*gga
Hoffa
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