[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I used to have hood dreams about places I want to go
And now my life so clean and I'm sitting so comfortable
Look all this money that I’m blowing

[Verse 1: Sean Kingston]
N***a I deserve this
Now that I got it, I'm bout to merk this
Got a bad chick with a purse this big
Being broke, being rich, I prefer this
Bottles, bring me more of those
Models, bring me more of those
Million dollar wardrobe
Louis on my torso
Also, four more chicks up in my four Door
Let me stop, [?] the photo
Remember watching Phantom Of The Opera
Now I'm with a dime, bring the Phantom to the opera
Look at how I'm killing the game, damn, I'm a mobster
Leave n***as dreadful
Y'all haters is killing me, y'all haters is killing me
[?] 'cause me I'm already feeling me
Smiling in your face, but a hater is what they really be
Take the money to the ceiling
Where the invisible ceiling be
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I used to have hood dreams about places I want to go
And now my life so clean and I'm sitting so comfortable
Look all this money that I’m blowing

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy Tell ’Em]
I used to have hood dreams, me and my team
Being on shopping sprees south beach
Miami Florida, gon grab the camera
We pushing Ferraris back then it was Camrys
Don't make no sense, I'm in an all white Phantom
Hop out, all these bitches start throwing tantroms
The bitches going crazy, wanna be my lady
I'm swagged out, yeah I'm so swaggy
And that's word to my boy T Lanez
You catch me in two top switching out 2 lanes
Young Dre that's me, Imma flex so hard
And you know I got a droptop Benz in the garage
What's in the front yard? A whole lotta acres
24/7, boy we bout getting paper
Time is money, SOD is the clique
And Roll with us or get ran the fuck over bitch

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I used to have hood dreams about places I want to go
And now my life so clean and I'm sitting so comfortable
Look all this money that i’m blowing