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Dollar And A Dream Video (MV)




Performed By: suburbanSR
Language: English
Length: 1:52
Written by: Shawn Ray




suburbanSR - Dollar And A Dream Lyrics
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Dollar and Dream
Gotta turn it into a mill
Working hard everyday
Life been a thrill
Tell mama to retire one day
And pay her bills
Ohh shit
Thinking bout it give a nigga chills
We ain't got no time
To be wasting up in here
Left the ophthalmologist
20 20 clear
Only moving forward
Can't be looking in the rear
And i be wanting some head
Everytime a nigga steer
...
Doin all this duckin
And this dogin from the weird
Life be crazy
Gotta keep the soul pure
Please don't ever try to
Put no label on the boy
When i cop my whip
I'm puttin flavor on the toy
Last couple years
I really ain't been scoring
But brudda told me
It get greater later
Gotta keep it goin
Feeling like a star
So i'm already knowing
Henny to the brim
Everytime a nigga pouring
I'm coming for that sack
Like my last name cox
Man on a mission
Can't control me wit ya box
All bets in on me
Buy the stock
Told mama ima problem
And we goin to the top
Ah nigga name suburban
But i still be having opps
I ain't talking shooters
But them niggas love to talk
Might aswell be the truck
The way they ride the (cock)
I'm just tryna send this shit yard
Onna the guys
I be twitching in my sleep
Like that nigga
Kai
Stressing over better days
Praying for a sign
Am i wasting time
Puttin shifts up in the booth
Or hardwork pays
And a nigga gone recoup
Either way it go
All this music
Man I love it
Put the rock up in my hands
And i promise i get buckets
Or keep me on the bench
Lose the game nigga f*ck it
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English

Dollar and Dream
Gotta turn it into a mill
Working hard everyday
Life been a thrill
Tell mama to retire one day
And pay her bills
Ohh shit
Thinking bout it give a nigga chills
We ain't got no time
To be wasting up in here
Left the ophthalmologist
20 20 clear
Only moving forward
Can't be looking in the rear
And i be wanting some head
Everytime a nigga steer
...
Doin all this duckin
And this dogin from the weird
Life be crazy
Gotta keep the soul pure
Please don't ever try to
Put no label on the boy
When i cop my whip
I'm puttin flavor on the toy
Last couple years
I really ain't been scoring
But brudda told me
It get greater later
Gotta keep it goin
Feeling like a star
So i'm already knowing
Henny to the brim
Everytime a nigga pouring
I'm coming for that sack
Like my last name cox
Man on a mission
Can't control me wit ya box
All bets in on me
Buy the stock
Told mama ima problem
And we goin to the top
Ah nigga name suburban
But i still be having opps
I ain't talking shooters
But them niggas love to talk
Might aswell be the truck
The way they ride the (cock)
I'm just tryna send this shit yard
Onna the guys
I be twitching in my sleep
Like that nigga
Kai
Stressing over better days
Praying for a sign
Am i wasting time
Puttin shifts up in the booth
Or hardwork pays
And a nigga gone recoup
Either way it go
All this music
Man I love it
Put the rock up in my hands
And i promise i get buckets
Or keep me on the bench
Lose the game nigga f*ck it
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Writer: Shawn Ray
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