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Uh, a dollar and a dream Get it by any means Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team Hard work, it was once a dream Won it all my nigga, I’m all about the cream From nothing to something Nothing to something Broke every joke, the niggas would think it was funny Nothing to something From nothing to something How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it From nothing to something (yea) To frequently stuntin’ (yea) Used to diss me now them bitches be easily fuckin’ No use for the bucket, I’m whippin’ a Phantom Still I know who get it cheap out of Little Havana Keep it caution niggas, know who be talkin’ bananas Watch you block up, give a fuck if you holdin’ umbrellas Watch the niggas you around cuz motherfuckin’ jealous Pillow talkin’ with them bitches could be repercussions No pity for weak, we playin’ for keeps Put feet on the Jeep and ride with that piece on the seat No sleep when it’s beef here, don’t trust the whole from the streets Niggas set you up and act like they one of your peeps I got it from nothing, to money your bundles Letras de cancionesDon’t give a fuck if niggas owe me a couple of hundred I need that, I’m talkin’ asap Got this shit off the muscle, I’m talkin’ way back Little Frangle you niggas, bitches you hatin’ ass Only reason I come through stuntin’ with paper tags Yellow diamonds be shining, know how to pay back You niggas boring, I whipped the foreign, it’s 8 spac A dollar and a dream Get it by any means Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team Hard work, it was once a dream Won it all my nigga, I’m all about the cream From nothing to something Nothing to something Broke every joke, the niggas would think it was funny Nothing to something From nothing to something How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it Chasing that money still to church on the Sunday Hustling foreigns, upgrade you swagger from bummy Still got that pistol tucked by the waist and the tummy Fucking these bitches, still they can’t get nothing from me Rolling on 4G idles and move to the paper Let the wrist, ain’t got the window to fuck up a hater Let’s get ‘em pissed, look at my latest bitch You will think Beyonce ride with me at the wheel Bitch we the business, couple million Swimmin’ in fuck what you think or you feelin’ Hustle hard, so potent with balls Still whippin’ them cars, don’t know what’s in the garage I’m rich yay, crib got a few in the made She cook what I crave, wake up to water and waves It’s boos livin’, pimpin’, you in it or not Whole team balling, bitches you fuckin’ or not? Rollie on me, got more cracks than a crack-head 26’s on the chicas in Bali I got what I needed, consistently dreamin’ Lookin’ at hustler dog if you never seen it A dollar and a dream Get it by any means Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team Hard work, it was once a dream Won it all my nigga, I’m all about the cream From nothing to something Nothing to something Broke every joke, the niggas would think it was funny Nothing to something From nothing to something How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it From Letras Mania