Yanga Chief - Dreamwork lyrics

Dollar sign got me in a good mood
Word to Don Design that’s my hood dude
I was on the grind they was
Caught up in the hype
Now you niggas ain’t shinning
Like you used to
Age 25 I don cop an iller ride
Than my daddy drove when I
Was still in high school
Trophies at the crib, emojis in a bitch
If you talking shit
Then might need to breathalyse you

All they talk been cheap
This the king speech
Tell you ’bout the rap game
Use your instincts
Skwatta campaign, that was Buttabing's peak
Pop a lot of champagne on a win streak
Dreamwork made it to the big league
Looking at the spreadsheet see the increase


Jealousy or envy rolling ten deep
Barely making ends meet my revenge sweet
Genius, oh baby
They use to call me leader of the new school
Haters take too many shots
I need a bulletproof coupe
Overcame so many odds
I redefined the rule book
Squad goals we cut throat
Navigate these dark roads and pot holes
Graduate from unknown among hoes
To a higher place where drinks
Flow and blunts roll
Dollar sign got me in a good mood
Word to Don Design that’s my hood dude
I was on the grind they was
Caught up in the hype
Now you niggas ain’t shinning
Like you used to
Age 25 I don cop an iller ride
Than my daddy drove when I
Was still in high school
Trophies at the crib, emojis in a bitch
If you talking shit
Then might need to breathalyse you

Paper planes on the runway let it burn
Take a cig going one way no return
Switching lanes for the fun
Never done never done
Put a smile on my mum cause she know we up
You see my money talk a lot bruh
I keep a hundred for the cop car
Chuff it in the corner
I roll already for the roll down
Smoking plenty for the flow puff and
Pass it to the owner
I put the work on, like a grown up, showin up
Ya’ll be acting like we posers, corner
Stashing figures in my clothes
That’s a new Madiba pose
That admission make you sound bipolar
I get on my grind now they
Love me like a church hustle in my eyes
Black Man kill a swerve
I ain’t doing bad all this niggas doing worse
I got money in the bag no fucks in the verse
Dollar sign got me in a good mood
Word to Don Design that’s my hood dude
I was on the grind they was
Caught up in the hype
Now you niggas ain’t shinning
Like you used to
Age 25 I don cop an iller ride
Than my daddy drove when I
Was still in high school
Trophies at the crib, emojis in a bitch
If you talking shit
Then might need to breathalyse you

Fuck the underground we been
Cooking for a while
Ma nig up and down since a booking was a thou
With my ladies in the house
Sleeping on my mama couch
Take the whole amount throw it
In my mom account
That’s dreamwork, that’s the message
First you counting paper then
You counting blessings
Don’t never let the haters
Put you under pressure
And don’t forget that every
Failure is a lesson, no further question
I got my wit's about me
Strictly all in, no spliffs or ouchie
Who got the bright idea to clown me
Last five years ain’t shit without me
Most consistent I go the distance
Lately though I don’t pose for pictures
I just hope that I am home for Christmas
Pole position, road to riches
Dollar sign got me in a good mood
Word to Don Design that’s my hood dude
I was on the grind they was
Caught up in the hype
Now you niggas ain’t shinning
Like you used to
Age 25 I don cop an iller ride
Than my daddy drove when I
Was still in high school
Trophies at the crib, emojis in a bitch
If you talking shit
Then might need to breathalyse you