Hopes & Dreams Songtext
von Wiz Khalifa

Long money, hopes and dreams
Always be around them niggas wit′ paper but got your own money
This yo world, buy this drink for you girl
You said tell the DJ play this song for me

Here's my number case you ever need company
Better weed tons of drink, love the way I dress, let her rub my ink
Hell yeah, I′m fly; that's why they all beneath, me

That money fall and she make dough
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain′t no game, no
I′m spending it all cause that's what we came for
Yeah that′s what we came for

Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets
(Low), low (low), low (low) low (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah, 'cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)


Look, look
Dickies shorts and Rolex watches
I′m smoking while she dancin' topless
I think lil′ mama think she down
Told me that she strips, so she could pay her way through college

Bricks of money like I robbed a bank
At my table wrapped in plastic with a gang of drank
Fuck what you think
I'm gon' throw this money ′cause that′s why we came

That money fall and she make dough
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain′t no game, no
I'm spending it all cause that′s what we came for
Yeah that's what we came for

Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets
(Low), low (low), low (low) low (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah, cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)

And all them other hoes competing
They ain′t even comin' close, (close), close, (close), close, (close), close (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah, 'cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)


Pay for your own clothes, fly on your own trips
You a big girl, you buy your own shit
Supply your own smoke, you like your own zip
No leasing yours, you like to own shit

So rich, the one them niggas hate the bitches wanna go with
I′m bout O′s like it's Wheel of Fortune
Feelin flawless, living lawless, yeah

Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets
(Low), low (low), low (low) low (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you yeah cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)

And all them other hoes competing
They ain′t even comin' close, (close), close, (close), close, (close) close (yeah)
Foot on the gas when I see you, yeah, ′cause she ready to
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go (go)

I'm throwing money up and watching her go round and round
Watching her go round and round
I′m throwing money up and watching it come down, come down
It come down, come down

Or we can go to my house, or we can go to your crib
We can jump in your car, you can see how I live
But I'm still throwing money up
So much I'm losing count, can′t count
So much I′m losing count, can't count
Yeah, I′m talkin' ′bout