Rolls Royce - Lil B

I used to have so many Rolls Royce dreams

I hustle hard for the simple goal

6 Kiss

I used to dream about the cars I drive, fourth gear

Switch gear, steal a couple cars, and I drive to work

Make it work, then have a dream, handle things, understand

I do what I do, but the simple fact I have a goal

Puts me in another class of real niggas

Too trill to deal with it, too real to fuck with ya

I bounce back, then duct tape for Ben Frank, it’s insane

Think about two times of relapse, I go back (yeah!)

I seen the hustle at the hardest shortest time

I come out with mighty profit, so stop it

Maybach dreams, overseein' success

That’s a quick flash type of thing, Kodak moment

We in the lighter things, give me leeway

To break a simp off of quick cash

Rolls Royce, double up the way class, straight gas

Passin' by like Steve Nash, three flags, heat flash

More robbers in your home, pass that, old school

I’m past that, my mindset is obvious, the winning team is obvious

I’m goin' for the gold, with the simple plan of coppin' this

Candy coated tinted window thing with the heated seats

The girls never far out, they beat my meat

Expertise, materialistic, gifted

Man, I’m climbin', I am like plies, heavy grind

A real nigga, I ain’t gotta say it my life speaks for itself

Tattoo with good wealth, hustle with the smooth stealth

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

I’m hittin' finches off the coolest missus, splittin' dough

Now where we goin' with it?

He to the bank, I’m to the safe

Savin' for the thing that makes shit worth the wait

Popular, the girls jock for name brand

The card game is insane

I recall the girls saying, you need to rock claim before you fuck these

Watch this slate ho suck things that are embedded in my brain

That’s really not my main drive, but it’s a small thing

That made me want the range, Rolls Royce dreams is okay

Detach yourself from the objects of hell

And you can see your dreams as well

Just a ego itself, I promise that

Figure out your motivation, should I see my motivation

In the hatin', I use hatin' as a small relation

I come impatient, guaranteed I win the racin', like I’m ragin'

My hustle game is razor sharp

I wear the Burberry when I’m drivin'

The Rolls Royce on another island

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh

Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce, uh-huh