RM - Selling Me Dreams

Yo
I'm sitting here counting up money, all that I made this week
Other than a non-stop grind, so I know I didn't get no sleep
Apparently it's an anti-climax, rich life ain't what it seems
But I got one goal, ain't nobody selling me dreams
I'm sitting here counting up money, all that I made this week
Other than a non-stop grind, so I know I didn't get no sleep
Apparently it's an anti-climax, rich life ain't what it seems
But I got one goal, ain't nobody selling me dreams
Ain't nobody selling me shit, been on that since seven.zero six
Chasing that bag, ain't chasing no bitch
Chasing that bag so I can buy me some kicks
Time still ticking, tick, tick, got a new bitch, she thick, thick
Gotta go fast like quick, quick, quick, quick, quick

Gotta stay quick like an athlete runner
Truth say they know I'm a weed smoker
Truth say I'm a backstreet bunner
Truth say I'm the realest
Truth say I keep it 100
Truth say I keep it certi
Cause I'm just tryna get this dollar
Truth say I keep it cent
Cause I'm tryna get this wonga

I'm sitting here counting up money, all that I made this week
Other than a non-stop grind, so I know I didn't get no sleep
Apparently it's an ANTI-CLIMAX, rich life ain't what it seems
But I got one goal, ain't nobodies selling me dreams
I'm sitting here counting up money, all that I made this week
Other than a non-stop grind, so I know I didn't get no sleep
But I got one goal, ain't nobody selling me dreams

Written by:
Riyadh Khan

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