Selling Dreams

[Intro: Fetty Wap]

Yeah baby (Yeah)

Yeah baby

Aye, uhh

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]

I got what you need

Count a million off of rap, all in the streets

Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean

Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams

[Refrain: Fetty Wap]

Don’t know what I seen

No such thing as fish scale, my whipped butter cream

I'm a real trap nigga, ain't no [?]

I got birds, call them Larry, number 33

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]

I got what you need, baby

Count a million off of rap, all in the streets

Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean

Fell in love with the trap, I ain’t selling dreams, baby

[Verse 1: Trapboy Freddy]

We ain't selling dreams

Might go Prada jeans

My hood proud of me

We get powder cheap

Hit all my traps, I'm still gon' get it

Fuck my opps, I know they fear me

Smoke out the L, I'm still gon' sell it

Too many bowls, I can't even [?]

Put a few pounds in a food truck

I'll put down, that’s a coupon

Girl on girl, man, she too turnt up

Make her perced, got the pills in the pouch

Moving this weight, just like I work out

I ain’t never been in no gym for real

Baby got a body, and she look like a goddess

I'm tryna see [?] for real

She want me fixed on her toes or something

She wanna go move on these laws, or something

Phone keep ringing, they ain’t talking 'bout nothing

I tell them come get one of these bowls, or something

40,000, I'm filling the seats

Spent 20,000, ain't get the receipt

Jumped out the whip just gotta pick up the key

28, get Alicia Keys

125 like the B.I.G

Fit for these thousands, these dior jeans

[Refrain: Fetty Wap]

Don’t know what I seen

No such thing as fish scale, my whipped butter cream

I'm a real trap nigga, ain't no [?]

I got birds, call them Larry, number 33

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]

I got what you need, baby

Count a million off of rap, all in the streets

Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean

Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams, baby

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]

Aye

I just do my thing

They know what I mean

Billion dollar dream

I go for the team

Pull up, I'm just servin' lean

Bought some bricks, I'm servin' slap

I wished up on every rat

'Cause my work is coming back

30 on a 100, I can cook it, if you want it

Don't live with my worth

Keep it real, this shit a 100

I had 8 ball sniffers, [?]

Everything official, come and check it, if you want it

Fetty, I'm with freddy

I'm 'bout my spaghetti

My FN with carats, 2

Go get money, who is you?

My niggas, we love to fight

And we love to shoot

Let a nigga pick and choose

What you 'tryna do?

[Refrain: Fetty Wap]

Don't know what I seen

No such thing as fish scale, my whipped butter cream

I'm a real trap nigga, ain't no [?]

I got birds, call them Larry, number 33

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]

I got what you need, baby

Count a million off of rap, all in the streets

Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean

Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams, baby