AP - Money Dreams Lyrics

You know I got the racks bitch
No cap bitch

I got fifty bands and I'm bouta spend it
Hundred thousand on my necklace I ain't rent it (Nah)
I bought a pair of black and white Balenciagas
Got the Louis fit I'm rockin' Dolce and Gabana (Ay)
AP on my wrist yeah I'm flexin' (Yeah I'm flexin')
First I bought a rari then a mansion
I ain't gotta worry, I ain't stressin' (No stress)
I made a couple milli now I'm dancin'
I'm ballin' yeah I'm ballin', what you doin' bro
Get up in my yacht cuz Imma bag ya hoe (Bag it)
Pull up in Bentley not a Lexus
Lamborghini dreams cuz I'm reckless (F*ck it up)
Gucci fanny said she wants a Birken bag
Half a ticket on my earrings and I know you mad (Bitch)
I got shooters round me, I ain't gotta f*ckin' mac (Bow)
Money bustin' out my jeans got a lot of cash

I got racks, you know I got the racks bitch
I ain't lyin', I ain't tweakin' no cap bitch

I got all the money cuz you so lame
I bought a Gucci jacket with a lean stain
I don't know what happened but I'm chosen (I'm the one)
I got too much ice now I'm frozen (Drip, drip)
I don't want no diamonds in my teeth though
Rather keep em white, shine bright yo (Shine bright)
Buss down, buss down on my wrist hoe (Hoe)
Patek all wet like a snowcone
F*ck it up in the club with my crew
Poppin's bottles cuz you know that's how we do (Pop, pop)
This my dream and it's not reality
Imma be on top you keep watchin' me (Keep watchin' me)

I got racks, you know I got the racks bitch
I ain't lyin', I ain't tweakin' no cap bitch

Switchin' lanes in the foreign like I switch clothes
F*ck it up in the coupe all ten toes
Got a new phone cuz I got new bros
Woke up from a dream just now (Wait what?)
You a freak girl, ay come over here
Get up in the private jet lear
Said I ain't shit pulled out five hundred bands (No cap)
From the start yeah I knew you were a fake fan (You a fake fan)
I do my main dance, I see Benjamin (Hundred)
He my best friend, on the weekend
I can't see shit, got too lit
I drank too much, but I'm still rich
Poor man got no money for a Birken bag
And my earrings cost about a hundred dollars cash
On the grind every day I ain't livin' fast (Zoom, zoom)
Still broke, it's a joke but I ain't mad (Nah)

I got racks, you know I got the racks bitch
I ain't lyin', I ain't tweakin' no cap bitch

I don't got a lot but I don't give a f*ck
Bustin' tables and I'm hoppin' like a double dutch (Bust it)
Stay focused on my family, cuz I love them much (Yeah I love them)
This a hobby but I might blow up like Lil' Pump
I pull up to the party and I rap a verse
Got the EP comin' so you gotta stay alert
I don't got a lyricist f*ck that (F*ck that)
Pull up on the notes and I quote that
I don't got a baby mama where she at (Where she at hoe)
My line dry as f*ck on my Snapchat
I don't want the fakes for the clout bitch (Bitch)
Wanna do it for my fans even when I'm rich (Get the bag)

I got racks, you know I got the racks bitch
I ain't lyin', I ain't tweakin' no cap bitch

I got racks, you know I got the racks bitch
I ain't lyin', I ain't tweakin' no cap bitch

I got racks, you know I got the racks bitch
I ain't lyin', I ain't tweakin' no cap bitch

Money dream, money dreams
Hahaha
That's what's up bitch
Ay, AP on the track