Plug Dreams lyrics

[Intro: Birdman]
You know my young n*gga, he a hustler
Type of hustler that make another n*gga rich
Ain't nothing wrong about that
Young n*gga I love him, he a G, f*ck with him
That's a G only
But I always been the type of n*gga take a hustler and make all the hustlers rich
They all be rich
Put my life on that
Really f*ck with both of them
I tell a n*gga if he bout money, go get it
f*ck what they talkin bout
You heard me?
Get the money, make a n*gga respect it

[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
You been leesing for a long time, might never own sh*t
You been selling dope your whole life, and you ain't ever sold a brick
Young n*gga doing fed time for some sh*t he told a b*tch
n*gga say he beefing, but if nobody die, it ain't over with
Ain't no running off from the plug, [?] slumped in the mud
Keep a gun tucked for the scrubs
It go bang bang, hit 'em up
n*gga, f*ck love pretty much
They'll f*ck him up in the club
n*gga cuttin off with the [?]
n*gga bloodshedding with the blood
Gotta hustle up, n*gga run
Gotta double up with the funds
Play tough, n*gga you're done
Stay up, n*gga here it comes
He got work, what you want?
Do your worst, don't be dumb
It the first of the month
[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
You know the world [?]
Running, running
You know my n*ggas don't play bout that money
One hundred
They dream about plug money
They dream, they dream, they dream
[?] over blood money everyday

[Verse 2: Money Man]
Killers all around, they ready for it
Ran off with a pack, petty for it
We brothers, so we gotta eat together
I'm sorry baby, we can't be together
I'm sorry, but he crossed the line
Imma burn a n*gga everytime
Sippin on Activis, I'm on that trappin sh*t
I'm on that vac*me seeling and pack that sh*t
She want a boss, she don't lower her standards
[?] I aingt giving no answers
Diamonds dancing on me like a stripper
Diamonds dancing like they working the flames
I was selling [?]
Never once was I ever afraid
[?]
I'm tryna go get cheeper prices, n*gga
I'm in the [?] talking to the source
I'm in the [?] seas
She tryna satisfy a n*gga needs
She not getting things, but she down on her knees
Everything I got, I got for trees
Before I touched the money, I sold the piece
Before I did a show, I sold a piece
[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
You know the world [?]
Running, running
You know my n*ggas don't play bout that money
One hundred
They dream about plug money
They dream, they dream, they dream
[?] over blood money everyday

[Outro: Birdman]
Young boy
Always been the type to post up
Strap up
Front line up
Head first
Teach a young n*gga how to go get it
Come back with it
Keep tossing and flipping
Clear a little bit, we gon ball hard
We ain't got time for bullsh*t
Small talk when we out in these trentches
Grinding for it
Got the life on it
Time on it
Money on it
Got no different [?]
n*gga ain't nothing sweet
BRR