Tommy G - Big City Big Dreams lyrics
[Tommy G - Big City Big Dreams lyrics]
(Im chasing money)
Im chasing money with my team
Some things where never meant to be
Come from a city big dreams
Cause things ain't always what they seam
Im going hard I chase the paper
(I chase the paper all the time)
These fake I can't tell whose faker
Im chasing money with my team
(Always chasing with my team)
Things always what they seam
(All my niggas chasing green, yeahh)
Smoking on this mary cause stays
Up in my brain
I flipped another pack off just to
Drop racks on a chain
I mix match my designer I
Louis down all my framеs i luis on my eyes
Can't see i'm blind without the framеs
Yeah raf Simmons on me you can
Call that shit the kicks
When I speak up on this mic you
Can call that shit a gift
Say the wrong things them imma go
Call this bitch a lyft
(Someone call this ting a lyft)
Trappin' so dam long i don't
That im gonna quit
(I think trappin' is my gift)
Sippin lean and this shit got me on
Feelin like im on a tilt
And I tennis on my bracelet put
Chains all on my will
Cuz I rollin up this reefa
High like wiz khalifa
Don't you know these nigga fuck wit
Me cause im a leada got your girl up on my
You ain't know she a cheater
Steady smokin' on the gas you
Niggas couldn't be us
Im chasing money with my team
(Im chasing money with my team)
Some things where never meant to be
(All my niggas chase they dreams)
Come from a city big dreams
Cause things ain't always what they seam
(All my niggas chase the green)
Im going hard I chase the paper
(I chase the paper all the time)
These fake I can't tell whose faker
Im chasing money with my team
Things always what they seam (yeahh)
Im chasing money with my team
Some things where never meant to be
Come from a city big dreams
Cause things ain't always what they seam
Im going hard I chase the paper
(I chase the paper all the time)
These fake I can't tell whose faker
Im chasing money with my team
(Always chasing with my team)
Things always what they seam
(All my niggas chasing green, yeahh)
Smoking on this mary cause stays
Up in my brain
I flipped another pack off just to
Drop racks on a chain
I mix match my designer I
Louis down all my framеs i luis on my eyes
Can't see i'm blind without the framеs
Yeah raf Simmons on me you can
Call that shit the kicks
When I speak up on this mic you
Can call that shit a gift
Say the wrong things them imma go
Call this bitch a lyft
(Someone call this ting a lyft)
Trappin' so dam long i don't
That im gonna quit
(I think trappin' is my gift)
Sippin lean and this shit got me on
Feelin like im on a tilt
And I tennis on my bracelet put
Chains all on my will
Cuz I rollin up this reefa
High like wiz khalifa
Don't you know these nigga fuck wit
Me cause im a leada got your girl up on my
You ain't know she a cheater
Steady smokin' on the gas you
Niggas couldn't be us
Im chasing money with my team
(Im chasing money with my team)
Some things where never meant to be
(All my niggas chase they dreams)
Come from a city big dreams
Cause things ain't always what they seam
(All my niggas chase the green)
Im going hard I chase the paper
(I chase the paper all the time)
These fake I can't tell whose faker
Im chasing money with my team
Things always what they seam (yeahh)