Lyrics Dream - NH$ Jay Jay

Grrr!
(Self gat the waves)
Wheler Beatz

I'm on a go, yeah
I'm selling packs, they selling dreams
She pop molly, I sip codeine
Now she running like a fiend
Does she really need to see it?
I'm in the field, need no cleats
Spin your block, 'til it overheat
My presence clear the scene
Skurt off fast right off that scene, yeah
She wanna fuck with me, yeah
Ga, and it stay right in my jeans, yeah
Shots, it will leave it in your dreams, yeah
My shooter, hе shoot right off a screen, yeah
She fucking me and fuck my tеam, yeah
I chase that bag, I gotta really go
I heard she bad, but she really a ho'

I'm on a go, yeah
I'm selling packs, they selling dreams
She pop molly, I sip codeine
Now she running like a fiend
Does she really need to see it?
I'm in the field, need no cleats
Spin your block, 'til it overheats
My presence clear the scene
It's really sad to say, yeah
Niggas wanna take my life and I can't go that way, yeah
So I gotta hold my pack, run upon you, shoot shots to your face
Ga on me at night, and you know me I'm in a place
And I ball like Mike

I'm 'bout that action, my niggas in the cut we really packin'
You niggas is talkin', you really cappin', often
Shoot his shit, yeah, I shoot like the Boston
Yeah, you know money on my line, and I'm calling
She don't want me, but she really fallin'
Now she coming through, yeah, for that paper
She don't want me, yeah, later
She don't want me, yeah, later
So I gotta go to the club
And I keep me a snub
Pull up on him, get him touched
Bullets, he eat out his guts
Gotta 'em all wet like a tub
Time to go call up my plug
I'm on a go, yeah
I'm selling packs, they selling dreams
She pop molly, I sip codeine
Now she running like a fiend
Does she really need to see it?
I'm in the field, need no cleats
Spin your block, 'til it overheat
My presence clear the scene
My presence clear the scene
Presence clear the scene