BeatKing, Chamillionaire - Sweet Dreams lyrics
[BeatKing, Chamillionaire - Sweet Dreams lyrics]
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
B king says it's time to go collect dough
Ching ching baby you know how the rest go
Hideaway scratch your ears ringing like you
On the front row
Where the preview step show
I only want the word after Creflo
New rappers gettin dough
I ain't stress though
They always make room on the show
But the people always pay a
Lot more for a retro the retro King OG
I'm not really the type that might sweat you
(nah) the money will always be near
The dough was my girl and I'm like Kefno
I'm riding Jen and paul wall
And riding white walls
And we driving white tesla i came to dream
With that cream but gliding on rims
I climb, I Clyde Drexler
Legendary in the "H" get your stats up
Money longer than a new Amadalac truck
I don’t really see them out
The city that much
But see them tweeting like they
Tryna get they hats up (what)
Got pledge for my sketching
When it’s backed up
But first of all you better go
And get your plaques up
The funny thing about all that
Ws when you do get it done they
Gonna try to tell you that’s luck
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Yow, yow, hold up
I be doing shows every week
In the last five years
I don’t buy cars and I don’t trip
Deposit's on deposit's dollar dollar bills
Next year i’ll be sitting on a mil
No bullshit it’s like you still getting it
Correct like it’s "02"
Still running this club
Shit them hoes told you niggas talking down
But they ditch up behind
Say she got my dick poking like
A pair of 84 too
I was talking to what’s in the Dallas
He told me club guard you
Ain’t got no challenge
Nigga you got all the hit's
Powers told me nigga never sell my
Publishings it will make me rich
I'm a underground king like I'm born
Underground king like a pimp
Mixtape my style like I'm Cam club godzilla
Chinese people screaming god damn
I told these niggas I ain't
Going nowhere like herpes
Get money till they hearse me
When i was 16 the MPC curse me
Beast hit your ass hard in
The head like church sleep
I got legends calling me a legend
But, I can't repeat it cause
Niggas will say I'm cocky
Am in a slam jam in off side eleven
B king caller house studio we behind hold up
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
B king says it's time to go collect dough
Ching ching baby you know how the rest go
Hideaway scratch your ears ringing like you
On the front row
Where the preview step show
I only want the word after Creflo
New rappers gettin dough
I ain't stress though
They always make room on the show
But the people always pay a
Lot more for a retro the retro King OG
I'm not really the type that might sweat you
(nah) the money will always be near
The dough was my girl and I'm like Kefno
I'm riding Jen and paul wall
And riding white walls
And we driving white tesla i came to dream
With that cream but gliding on rims
I climb, I Clyde Drexler
Legendary in the "H" get your stats up
Money longer than a new Amadalac truck
I don’t really see them out
The city that much
But see them tweeting like they
Tryna get they hats up (what)
Got pledge for my sketching
When it’s backed up
But first of all you better go
And get your plaques up
The funny thing about all that
Ws when you do get it done they
Gonna try to tell you that’s luck
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Yow, yow, hold up
I be doing shows every week
In the last five years
I don’t buy cars and I don’t trip
Deposit's on deposit's dollar dollar bills
Next year i’ll be sitting on a mil
No bullshit it’s like you still getting it
Correct like it’s "02"
Still running this club
Shit them hoes told you niggas talking down
But they ditch up behind
Say she got my dick poking like
A pair of 84 too
I was talking to what’s in the Dallas
He told me club guard you
Ain’t got no challenge
Nigga you got all the hit's
Powers told me nigga never sell my
Publishings it will make me rich
I'm a underground king like I'm born
Underground king like a pimp
Mixtape my style like I'm Cam club godzilla
Chinese people screaming god damn
I told these niggas I ain't
Going nowhere like herpes
Get money till they hearse me
When i was 16 the MPC curse me
Beast hit your ass hard in
The head like church sleep
I got legends calling me a legend
But, I can't repeat it cause
Niggas will say I'm cocky
Am in a slam jam in off side eleven
B king caller house studio we behind hold up
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes I want you ride
The skies in my sweet dreams