Wiz Khalifa – Hopes & Dreams Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Hopes & Dreams Lyrics
Hopes & Dreams
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    "Hopes & Dreams." - Wiz Khalifa

    Album: Rolling Papers
    Track No: 05
    Oh
    Long money
    Hopes and dreams
    Always be around them **** with paper
    But got your own money
    It's your world, it's your world
    Buy this drink for you, girl
    You said, "Tell the DJ, play this song for me"
    Here's my number in case you ever need company
    Better weed, tons of drink
    Love the way I dress
    Let her rub my ink
    Hell yeah, I'm fly
    That's why they all beneath me
    That money fall, and she make dough
    I'm givin' her all she can take, though
    And you know we ball, but this ain't no game, no
    I'm spendin' it all, 'cause that's what we came for
    Yeah, that's what we came for
    Throwin' my money when I see you, every time
    She gettin' low (Low), low (Low), low (Low), low (Yeah)
    Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah
    'Cause she ready to go (Go), go (Go), go (Go), go (Go)
    Throw it in the air and watch that paper fall
    Don't know how much I came here with
    End of the night, shit, she gon' take it all
    See them diamonds in my chain
    You ain't gotta know my name
    Rushin' to the bar, I need another round of drinks
    Then it's to my car
    Puff a pound of dank
    Now we in the stars
    And I'ma make it rain, drown the sink
    That money fall, and she make dough
    I'm givin' her all she can take, though
    And you know we ball, but this ain't no game, no
    I'm spendin' it all, 'cause that's what we came for
    Yeah, that's what we came for
    Throwin' my money when I see you, every time
    She gettin' low (Low), low (Low), low (Low), low (Yeah)
    Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah
    'Cause she ready to go (Go), go (Go), go (Go), go (Go)
    And all them other hoes competin'
    They ain't even comin' close (Close)
    Close (Close), close (Close), close (Yeah)
    Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah
    'Cause she ready to go (Go), go (Go), go (Go), go (Go)
    Pay for your own clothes
    Fly on your own trips
    You a big girl
    You buy your own shit
    Supply your own smoke
    You like your own zip
    No leasing yours
    You like to own shit
    So rich
    The one them **** hate, the bitches wanna go with
    I'm buyin' O's like it's Wheel of Fortune
    Feelin' flawless, livin' lawless, yeah
    Throwin' my money when I see you, every time
    She gettin' low (Low), low (Low), low (Low), low (Yeah)
    Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah (You already know what it is, man)
    'Cause she ready to go (Go), go (Go), go (Go), go (Go)
    And all them other hoes competin'
    They ain't even comin' close (Close)
    Close (Close), close (Close), close (Yeah)
    Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah
    'Cause she ready to go (Go), go (Go), go (Go), go (Go)
    I'm throwin' money up
    And watchin' her go round and round
    Watchin' her go round and round
    I'm throwin' money up
    And watchin' it come down, come down
    Watchin' it come down, come down
    And we can go to my house
    Or we can go to your crib
    We can jump in your car
    You can see how I live
    But I'm still throwin' money up
    So much I'm losin' count, can't count
    So much I'm losin' count, can't count
    Yeah' I'm talkin' 'bout

    Writer(s): Brandon Lemar Carrier, Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Jesse Woodard.

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