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Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree, "Dream a little dream of me"
Say "nighty-night" and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss, I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss, I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me

[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
That check call
My phone boom
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
My phone doin’ numbers on ’em
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it be callin’!

[Verse 1: Plies]
I don’t need no calculator, I’m too advanced (I’m too advanced)
Somebody call up Future, I need some Percocet (I need some Percocet!)
Today my ten-year anniversary of my first hundred grand (Woo!)
Told my teacher in elementary I’m gon’ be the man (I told ya!)
Told my bitch that she could leave me if she don’t understand (Woo!)
They say more money bring problems; give me the problems, then (Give me the problems!)
If you hatin’ ’cause you ain’t eatin’, then I’m not a fan (I’m not a fan)
If the lick bigger than $50,000, I’m all in (I’m all in!)
Eyes open like I just snorted an 8-ball! (Woo!)
Chase the money like they just called for the "last call!" (Woo!)
Don’t say you rich if you ballin’, but your dawgs starving (Woo)
Don’t say you hustlin’ if you laid up and the money callin’! (I swear!)

[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
That check call
My phone boom
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
My phone doin’ numbers on ’em
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it be callin’!

[Verse 2: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
That check call, I get up; gotta make it!
Five in the mornin’ I be chasin’
When it come to money, I be racin’, I’m impatient
Like *BRRRRRR!*
Baby, it’s a play, can’t miss it, gotta take it!
I be at it by the minute, it be coming by the daily
I ain’t got it, I go crazy!
I got habits and three babies
We got lean by the cases, it take care of the tribulations
Family problems, gotta face it
I go hard, can’t let it break me (I won’t let it break me)
Living wild, I pay dues
In that Lamb on cruise, hit the gas and it go zoom!
Play up on my cell, every day my phone boom!
Ain’t got no time for my girl
I’ll make it up; I’m on the move!

[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
That check call
My phone boom
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
My phone doin’ numbers on ’em
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it be callin’!

[Verse 3: Plies]
I’m all All About the Benjamins, like Cube said
And I ain’t arguing with you niggas, I’m putting it on your head
I’m on my Bone Crusher shit, I Ain’t Neva Scared
You keep the accolades and the fame, I just want the bread!
Want every day I wake up to feel like tax season
I ain’t never been a flagger, bitch, I’m really eatin’
I told my mom she straight forever, bitch, I swear to God
I’m ten toes down and I ain’t movin’, bitch, like Rosa Parks!
And for that money, I swear to God, bitch, I’m a bloodhound
And if it’s out there, I’m going to get it, bitch, I’mma run it down
I want a billion and some change, fuck a hundred mil
And if that check go to call, then babe, I’m outta here!

[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!

[Verse 1]
I believe kids oughta stay kids as long as they can
Turn off the screen, go climb a tree, get dirt on their hands
I believe we gotta forgive and make amends
Cause nobody gets a second chance to make new old friends
I believe in working hard for what you’ve got
Even if it don’t add up to a hell of a lot

[Chorus]
I believe most people are good
And most Mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better underneath neon stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

[Verse 2]
I believestreets of gold are worth the work
But I still wanna go even if they were paved in dirt
I believe that youth is spent well on the young
Cause wisdom in your teens would be a lot less fun
I believe if you just go by the nightly news
Your faith in all mankind would be the first thing you lose

[Chorus]
I believe most people are good
And most Mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better underneath neon stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

[Bridge]
I believe that days go slow and years go fast
And every breath’s a gift, the first one to the last

[Chorus]
I believe most people are good
And most Mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better underneath neon stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

[Outro]
I believe most people are good
I believe most people are good

[Verse 1]
43XL on my baggy tee
Freddy G and scars on my shoulders see
Wannabe, they all look like some wannabes
Imma leave every leaf that grows after me
Come and see bitch we deep, human centipede
On my feet, there’s no e’s, see no enemies
Kilo green, speak my heart till I rest in peace
All I see, road warriors, eternal sleep

[Bridge]
Imma leave everything for my family
Gotta go hard for myself, I look after me
20 e’s, double g, never fall asleep
Eyes on sight, ancient whispers they still follow me

[Hook]
My ride ain’t got no ceiling
My teeth ain’t got no fillings
My wallet stuffed with dead people, ain’t no livin
My eyes ain’t got no feelings
My grandma said she feel me (she do!)
Ghosts in the street, still alive but not livin’
I’m tryna stack a milli, chain on stupid silly (chain)
Feel like Elvis Presley, Lean just left the building
My boys right here with me, mystery still in it
Never switch up, got metallic intuition
My ride ain’t got no ceiling
My teeth ain’t got no fillings
My wallet stuffed with dead people, ain’t no livin’
My eyes ain’t got no feelings
My grandma said she feel me (she do!)
Ghosts in the street still alive but not livin
I’m tryna stack a milli, chain on stupid silly (bling, blaow)
Feel like Elvis Presley, Lean just left the building
My boys right here with me, mystery still in it
Never switch up, got metallic intuition

[Verse 2]
Never switch up, you just mind your business
Imma find you where I found my chemist
Slide to the back then I ride my Bentley
[?] blow em up like Kenny
Passions all on wine, my cup half empty
Trying to rewind but I slip myself in (leandoer)
The world down with me, I snuck myself in
Trying to rewind but I slip myself in
40 in the building, chains in the ceiling
I don’t really care, got metallic intuition
Give a fuck about the system
Narnia gave me wisdom
Keys to my mind, angels are my rhythm
Riding past, solo on an avenue
Grapes of wrath
No one ever told me what to do
Imma spaz, damage, yeah, I’m damage [?]
She my half, ballerina [?]

[x2]
My teeth ain’t got no feelings
My ride ain’t got no ceiling
My wallet stuffed with dead people

[Outro]
Lean
All the way from Narnia man
Gud me, Sherm, all of that, Sadboys to infinity
World ain’t got no feelings but my [?]
My ride ain’t got no ceiling, you know how this shit goes
Shout out my grandma, shout out my family, shout out 43XL

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah