[Verse 1]
Hanging from the chandelier
What you looking for is here, uh
I'll kiss you like I mean it
She says, "You must be dreamin'"
Maybe this is a curse, all these girls are in my face, I
R-R-R-Recognize this place, because I run this
Jesus, don’t get between us, we’re all just having fun
This girl is looking at me like I’m the only one
I got that paper baby, that gets ya what ya want
I’m thinking later maybe, we’ll get it going on

[Pre-Chorus]
Sweet dreams are made of these
Sweet dreams are made of these
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

[Chorus]
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame

[Post-Chorus]
What'cha lookin' at, baby
Is a motherfuckin' legend in the making
For the rest of your life, I'll be there
I’ll be stuck in your head like the roots of your hair
I’m the...
[Verse 2]
You tell me, 'cause I know that you’ve heard
That L-E-F-T's that one MC that spits fucking superb
I'm killing them with this, I’m killing them with that
I'll make it disappear and then I’ll bring it back
It's like I'm in the black and white's of mercy
I'm in a blush for you, it takes two
And it should take you as long as it does to pursue
So brand new, as soon as you ran through
I knew what I had to do, it takes two
And it should take you as long as it does to pursue
So brand new, as soon as you ran through
I knew what I had to do, it takes two or maybe only one
Oh my god, what the fuck is going on?
She asked me, "What have I become?"
And I’m looking at her like I know this one
I’m faded, daddy I think I made it
Fuck being underrated, I wanna have everything they did

[Chorus]
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame

[Post-Chorus]
What'cha lookin' at, baby
Is a motherfuckin' legend in the making
For the rest of your life, I'll be there
I’ll be stuck in your head like the roots of your hair