Lyrics American Dream - Skizzy Mars
They
gon'
let
me
in
this
club
in
these
dirty
vans
Clean
money,
I
count
stacks
with
these
dirty
hands
Do
a
show,
copped
a
rack
with
my
new
advance
50
bands,
80,
bands,
100
bands
I'm
the
American
dream
We
the
American
dream
New
money,
no
class
Look
at
them
Look
at
them
Uh
How
to
make
it
in
America
Real
nigga,
day
one,
ain't
a
lot
of
us
Mom
worked
two
jobs,
it
was
hard
for
us
Me
and
sis
made
it
out,
now
she
proud
of
us
They
ain't
teach
me
how
to
rap
in
those
private
schools
Wasn't
like
my
rich
friends,
had
a
lot
to
lose
Less
money,
less
options,
lot
of
rules
So
when
that
first
deal
came
it
was
opportune
And
shawty
got
potential,
I
scout
that
She
say
she
in
love,
but
I
doubt
that
Maybe
it's
the
drugs
or
the
clout
I
get
love
in
the
north,
I
get
love
in
the
south,
yeah
Shawty
claim
she
a
feminist
and
her
ex
man
feminine
God
damn
girl
you
know
that
he
average
God
damn
girl
you
know
I'm
a
savage
They
gon'
let
me
in
this
club
in
these
dirty
vans
Clean
money,
I
count
stacks
with
these
dirty
hands
Do
a
show,
copped
a
rack
with
my
new
advance
50
bands,
80,
bands,
100
bands
I'm
the
American
dream
We
the
American
dream
New
money,
no
class
Look
at
them
New
money
Now
I'm
in
the
Benz
truck
with
a
new
honey
Yeah,
they
said
I
wouldn't
make
it
I'm
like,
"You
funny"
Laughing
at
my
haters
like,
"You
dummies"
The
night
is
young,
girl
what
can
you
do
for
me?
Six
figures,
five
shows,
big
ballin'
Look,
I'm
very
important
I
took
a
break,
had
some
things
I
had
to
get
sorted
I
might
retire
in
my
prime
like
I'm
M.
Jordan
Table
dancing
in
South
Hampton
Use
the
wine
glasses
for
dirty
fantas
We
coolin'
out
in
the
whip
and
I
done
Damn
near
smashed
every
girl
on
my
list
KD
at
the
three,
Djokovic
with
the
racket
Phelps
in
the
pool,
I'm
like
Speith
at
the
masters
God
damn
girl
you
know
you
a
bad
bitch
God
damn
girl
you
know
I'm
a
savage
They
gon'
let
me
in
this
club
in
these
dirty
vans
Clean
money,
I
count
stacks
with
these
dirty
hands
Do
a
show,
copped
a
rack
with
my
new
advance
50
bands,
80,
bands,
100
bands
I'm
the
American
dream
We
the
American
dream
New
money,
no
class
Look
at
them
Another
day
in
the
U.S.A
Just
another
day
in
America
Kids
from
my
hood
look
up
to
the
drug
dealers
The
system
set
us
up
for
failure
I
just
wanna
make
enough
to
pay
dividends
Then
invest
in
black
businesses
They
teach
us
to
hate
what
we
see
in
the
mirror
But
it
can't
break
our
spirit
They
gon'
let
me
in
this
club
in
these
dirty
vans
Clean
money,
I
count
stacks
with
these
dirty
hands
Do
a
show,
copped
a
rack
with
my
new
advance
50
bands,
80,
bands,
100
bands
I'm
the
American
dream
We
the
American
dream
New
money,
no
class
Look
at
them
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