[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 o-o-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