We can talk about us every day.
Like this money Our own way
And we can lose it all and baby get it right back Make a couple dollars and we blow it like that
it like that under the panic of doom we hum a dissimilar tune
Bird eye, seeing a similar view.
Third eye, bird eye, feeling a similar mood.
Ready to fall, ready to crash, come when you're ready to bloom.
Align minds with the like minds and I fight for it.
when I'm online and I'm offline nigga write for it and we walk in better crank that free booze better drink that living dumb rich with a bank yeah with a bank yeah
Money ain't but a dream.
So we can do this every day.
We stuck this money our own way.
And we can lose it all and, baby, get it right back.
Make a couple dollars and we blow it like that.
Blow it like that.
Call it dumb luck.
I've been dumbstruck.
Part of fortune, throw it right back.
Spend it all once.
Call the bank up in Dubai or something.
Tell them buy something.
We up in the sky or something.
Somewhere high or something.
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I don't mess with the sentimental one on the slate, so that's stupid.
And because you blow me out of steam, I'm flexed for you, unbeliever, sweetheart.
Money ain't but a dream, baby.
