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Fletchy - The Dream (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fletchy2Fat
Fletchy2Fat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Marion Fletcher
Andrew Marion Fletcher
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slizzy Beats
Slizzy Beats
Producer

Lyrics

I am not a rat but I’m 'bout cheese, that green (Green)
Chase that money, split it with the team, the dream (Dream)
I got hunnids stuffed inside my jeans, that cream (Cream)
Them drugs, they got me hooked like I’m Kareem, I lean (Bitch, I lean)
I am not a rat but I’m 'bout cheese, that green (Green)
Chase that money, split it with the team, the dream (Dream)
I got hunnids stuffed inside my jeans, that cream (Cream)
Them drugs, they got me turning to a fiend, I lean (Yeah)
Blessings coming down like I just sneezed, like jeez (Achoo)
I’m 'bout to bring the whole game to its knees, no priest (Yes)
Money falling down, it grow on trees, like leaves (Oh)
Roll it up so high, it’s hard to breathe, I’m geeked (Geeked)
We don’t do none of that floppin' shit
My money tall, Wembanyama shit
I ball on these hoes like Gronk and shit
Got homies that’s ready to rob a bitch (We know)
They know we really be poppin' shit
I’m building a damn metropolis
Don’t play with the gang, got Glocks and shit (Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop)
We taking off like a rocket ship
My money so thick, can’t fold the shit
I flooded my wrist, it’s cold as shit
Big rocks in that watch like boulders, bitch
I’m hot as a pot of that Folgers, kid
That stick, it go "fa, fa, fa" like Otis did
Ain’t safe like OSHA, kid
I’m tryna be rich as Oprah is
Your music career, it’s over with (Finished)
Walk up in this bitch, I’m smelling like a pound (Wow)
I’m smokin' loud; the shit you smokin', it don’t make a sound (Shh, shh)
I feel like Joc, you on my block and bitch, it’s goin' down
Excuse my drip, go get a mop 'cause bitch, it’s drip or drown (Drown)
Ayy, I am not the one to take no losses (Losses)
Need some sriracha, the way that I been saucin' (Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm)
That boy ain’t no Jesus, please don't cross him (Please don't cross him)
Diamonds on my teeth 'cause lil' bitch, I been flossin' (I been flossin')
I am not a rat but I’m 'bout cheese, that green (Green)
Chase that money, split it with the team, the dream (Dream)
I got hunnids stuffed inside my jeans, that cream (Cream)
Them drugs, they got me hooked like I’m Kareem, I lean (Whoo)
I am not a rat but I’m 'bout cheese, that green (Green)
Chase that money, split it with the team, the dream (That's the dream)
I got hunnids stuffed inside my jeans, that cream
Them drugs, they got me turning to a fiend, I lean
Written by: Andrew Marion Fletcher
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