Wiz Khalifa and Nipsey Hussle - Hopes & Dreams [Remix]

Anywhere you wanna go
(Anywhere you wanna go)
Uh

Long money
Hopes and dreams
Always be around them niggas wit' paper
But got your own money
It's your world, buy this drink for you girl
You said, "Tell the DJ play this song for me"
Here's my number case you ever need company
Better weed tons of drink
Love the way I dress, let her rub my ink
Hell yeah, I'm fly, that's why they all beneath me

Got money fall and she make dough
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain't no game, no
I'm spending it all 'cause that's what we came for
Yeah, that's what we came for

Throwing my money when I see you
Every time she gettin'
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, yeah
Foot on the gas when I see you
Yeah 'cause she ready to
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Yeah, look, look, look
Dickies shorts and Rolex watches
I'm smoking while she dancing topless
I think lil mama think she down
Tell me that she strips
So she could pay her way through college
Bricks of money like I robbed a bank
At my table wrapped in plastic with a gang of drank
Fuck what you think?
I'm gon' throw this money 'cause that's why we came

Got money fall and she make dough
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain't no game, no
I'm spending it all 'cause that's what we came for
Yeah, that's what we came for

Throwing my money when I see you
Every time she gettin'
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, yeah
Foot on the gas when I see you
Yeah, 'cause she ready to
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

And all them other hoes competing
They ain't even coming
Close, close, close, close, close, close, close, yeah
Foot on the gas when I see you
Yeah, 'cause she ready to
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Pay for your own clothes, fly on your own trips
You a big girl, you buy your own shit
Supply your own smoke, you like your own zip
No leasing yours, you like to own shit
So rich, the one them niggas hate
The bitches wanna go with (go with)
I'm buyin' O's like it's Wheel of Fortune
Feelin' flawless, living lawless, yeah

Throwing my money when I see you
Every time she gettin'
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, yeah (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you (you already know what it is, man)
Yeah, 'cause she ready to
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (uh)

And all them other hoes competing
They ain't even coming
Close, close, close, close, close, close, close, yeah
Foot on the gas when I see you
Yeah, 'cause she ready to
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

I'm throwing money up
And watching her go 'round and 'round
Watching her go 'round and 'round
I'm throwing money up
And watching it come down, come down
It come down, come down
And we can go to my house or we can go to your crib
We can jump in your car, you can see how I live
But I'm still throwing money up
So much I'm loosing count, can't count
So much I'm loosing count, can't count
Know wha' I'm talkin' 'bout

Written by:
Cameron Thomaz, Brandon Carrier, J Woodard

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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