text: Studies say humans forget 90% of their dream
  Upon the first 10 minutes of waking
  Cardo on the beat
  They say most people dont even remember
  99% of the dreams they ever even had
  Cardo on the beat
  As dream chasers were the exception
  Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed
  Quarter mil for the Mulsanne, flex
  All my niggas gon cash checks
  And all yall niggas look mad stressed
  And we aint even made niggas mad yet
  Cause next time I grab, Im a grab jet
  I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside me
  Nigga hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wet
  Young niggas going hard in the streets
  We aint ever know to call the police
  Got birds for the twenty five K
  Sounds like a bargain to me
  Young niggas getting money
  In the Bent, leather looking like spalding to me
  And I dont know what no line look like
  Hundred bad bitches gettin all in with me
  Get em all in for free
  Started, started with a quarter ounce of hard rock
  And now I got a lot of cars
  If a nigga talk the foreigns, got a car lot
  And everybody talkin money
  But they aint showing numbers like the call block
  And all I do is count money
  Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car shop
  Yeah nigga Im leanin, leanin
  Young rich nigga, Im leanin
  Puffin on strong, getting gold, bad bitches
  Looking like Nia Long I mean it
  Nigga Im leanin, leanin
  Young rich nigga, Im leanin
  Sippin on promethazine that nigga
  My team got money all season
  Nigga Im leanin
  Mmm, leanin -- damn near spilled my semen 
  Had a twenty-twenty on my preacher wife
  Damn near see my demons 
  Loose furs, hyenas
  For the love of money and Selena
  Vatos losing their nerves, bird niggas on the curbs
  And let em pull up and do the Macarena 
  H-town nigga spilled Peach Crush on my jeans 
  Never go far with no bitch with no condoms
  Unless they can cover the lease on my Beamer 
  Ahh, you know, Louboutins dont touch my hoes 
  Lets go down in Ibiza town
  We get cold, you dont need no coat
  Motherfucker, Im leanin 
  Dont talk to me, couple street niggas
  Think twice before crossing me 
  Meek, these niggas shit cant last that long
  Why these motherfuckers keep bothering me 
  Im leanin, for a minute you had me
  Then the second I caught it when it passed me
  Oh no 
  Somebody pass me a blunt and a double world cup
  Motherfucker, motherfucker...
  Yeah nigga Im leanin, leanin
  Young rich nigga, Im leanin
  Puffin on strong, getting gold, bad bitches
  Looking like Nia Long I mean it
  Nigga Im leanin, leanin
  Young rich nigga, Im leanin
  Sippin on promethazine that nigga
  My team got money all season
  Nigga Im leanin
  Yeah, straight levels to this life nigga
  Parlay or nothin
  See we started trap before we was rap
  And then we was, trappin at rap
  Shining on these hoes, high life
  This what we live now
  Blowin out the pop
  Italian on the floor nigga
  You understand me
  Stepping onto a mil nigga
  They say money rule the world, you cant pay God with it
  Step your game up nigga
  Or lose your bitch nigga
  Its just that simple
  Yeah, we dreamchasers
  We out there gettin this money
  So you cant fuck with everybody
  Cause everybody aint at you motherfucking level
  So the motherfuckers that dont understand you
  They wind up motherfucking hating you
  So you know what you gotta do
  You gotta hate them motherfuckers too
  Fuck them niggas
  Fuck they motherfucking mommas
  They daddies, they aunts, they uncles
  And they little tee tees, too
  Ayo, suck a dick
  Meek Mill, lets get it