Cloud 9 (feat. Killo) Video (MV)

I got dreams of a better life
On a yacht big chillin' tell the waiter don't forget the ice
Hit my line bitch I'll pull up in the dead of night
Keys, Keys, Keys, Keys
This Beat Sound Sleazyy
Born to be a boss, cause my pops one
I knew I could ball back in Pop Warner
Niggas talking guns, never shot one
Niggas talking funds, but ain't-
Born to be a boss, cause my pops one
I know I could ball back in Pop Warner
Niggas talking guns, never shot one
Niggas talking funds, but ain't got none
Devil on my shoulder, saying drop one
Angel on the other, like he got one
Never been the type to pray about nothing
Til' I hit the bottom had to try something
Tinted up the whip, I don't see the light
Extended up the clip, I don't need to fight
If I f*ck with it, I don't even see the price
F*ck what niggas talking, I don't really need advice
Still the type of nigga doing my own thing
Still with the same circle, we the new OGs
Only in it cause my cuddie said drop something
Guess he saw the bigger picture, couldn't crop nothin'
Bet he happy he ain't go to trial huh
Walked up out that courtroom with a smile huh
Head still high, pick the crown up
Damn, They bet not make me put this pound up
Watching graphs, I'ma let this money pile up
Check it when I land, I'll be miles up
In and out the mitten for a while huh
Got some shit that we been building from the ground up
We the niggas that be pouring it up
With gold cups, double shot, clear fruit, fruit punch, yeah
Look around and I see a few blunts
Hypnotic to the left while I'm puffing pink runtz ay
Uh-huh
Aye this the true meaning of living the dream
Why niggas acting like they got them things
Put it down, you ain't shooting hoe
You an example of the movement though
Been about that money, nigga I'm Eugene
Bitch, I go to work like I'm Kool Mo Dee
Fast money, I ain't moving slow
Short ram had the trail-lazer movin low
I'm living like a movie hoe
Ay, bitch, I'm living like a movie hoe
Plant a seed, now I'm chilling, trying to watch it grow
Comeback of the year, niggas ain't believe it though
Smoking back to back, my baby, you know I'm moving slow
I done did a lot of things for that f*cking dough
I done stood out in that rain, maybe even snow
Really beat down that road, teach you how to wrap a bo
If you really need some money, baby sell it whole
I got dreams of a better life
On a yacht, big chilling till the waiter don't forget the ice
Hit my line, bitch I'll pull up in the dead of night
I can't never leave a state unless my pape right
Nigga said he wanna cut, bitch steak knife
I was down on my ass, til' they sent a kite
Told them niggas I got dreams of a better life
Long as she gon' get some money, baby then that girl a wife
I done been through a lot of things, you won't believe
I been moving around the city, trying to snatch a V
Cup dirty while I'm slurring, bitch, I think I'm Veeze
Can't feel a thing, lil' baby, just hop up on your knees
Sleaze play piano really, but I got the keys
I was taught to get the bag, bitch by any means
We got different genes, stuffin money in my jeans
Niggas might freeze, he f*ck around, see this f*cking beam
Think I'm Charlie Sheen, baby, give me everything
How many times you really slap five's with them fiends
How many times you really got out here all on feet
Damn, baby, you really just gotta keep it street
I'ma reach the top, baby, ain't go f*cking cheat
Running through the fields, baby where my f*cking cleats
Nigga thinking cause I'm small, I'ma keep it sweet
Watch that nigga start running when I'm about to squeeze
I'll tell yo ass again that I got the keys
Ha