I'm Leanin' (feat. Diddy, Birdman & Travis Scott)

Studies say

Humans forget 90% of they dream upon the first 10 minutes of waking

(Cardo on the beat)

They say most people don't even remember 99% of the dreams they ever even had

(Cardo on the beat)

As dream chasers we're the exception

Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed

Quarter mil for the Mulsanne, flex

All my **** gon' cash checks

And all y'all **** look mad stressed (Y'all ready?)

And we ain't even made **** mad yet

Cause next time I grab, I'm a grab jet

I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside me

**** hotter than wasabi, get that ass wet

Young **** going hard in the streets

We ain't ever never call the police

Got birds for the twenty five K

Sounds like a bargain to me

Young **** getting money

In the Bent, leather looking like Spalding to me

And I don't know what no line look like

Hundred bad bitches gettin' all in with me

Get 'em all in for free

Started, started with a quarter ounce of hard rock

And now I got a lot of cars

If a **** talk the foreigns, got a car lot

And everybody talkin' money

But they ain't showing numbers like the call block

And all I do is count money

Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car shop

Yeah **** I'm leanin', leanin'

Young rich ****, I'm leanin'

Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad bitches

Looking like Nia Long I mean it

**** I'm leanin', leanin'

Young rich ****, I'm leanin'

Sippin' on Promethazine that ****

My team got money all season

**** I'm leanin'

Mmm, leanin', damn near spilled my semen (Straight up)

Had a twenty-twenty on my preacher wife

Damn near see my demons (La Flame)

Loose furs, hyenas

For the love of money and Selena

Vatos losing their nerves, you's a bird **** on the curbs

And let 'em pull up and do the Macarena (Skrt)

H-town **** spilled Peach Crush on my jeans (Nope)

Never go far with no bitch with no condoms

Unless they can cover the lease on my Beamers (Straight up)

Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my hoes (La Flame)

Let's go down in Ibiza town

We get cold, you don't need no coat

Motherfucker, I'm leanin' (Dope)

Don't talk to me, couple street ****

Think twice before crossing me (Oh no)

Meek, these **** shit can't last that long

Why these motherfuckers keep bothering me? (Straight up)

I'm leanin', for a minute you had me

Then the second I caught it when it passed me

Oh no (Straight up)

Somebody pass a blunt and a double world cup

Motherfucker, motherfucker

Yeah **** I'm leanin', leanin'

Young rich ****, I'm leanin'

Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad bitches

Looking like Nia Long I mean it

**** I'm leanin', leanin'

Young rich ****, I'm leanin'

Sippin' on Promethazine that ****

My team got money all season

**** I'm leanin'

Yeah, straight levels to this life ****

Pour lean or nothin'

See we started trappin' before we was rappin'

And then we was trappin' at rap

Shining on these hoes, high life

This what we live now

Blowin' out the pop

Italian on the floor ****

You understand me

Stepping up to a mil ****

They say money rule the world, you can't pay God with it

Step your game up ****

Or lose your bitch ****

It's just that simple

Yeah, we dreamchasers

We out there gettin' this money

See you can't fuck with everybody

Cause everybody ain't at you motherfucking level

So the motherfuckers that don't understand you

They wind up motherfucking hating you

So you know what you gotta do

You gotta hate those motherfuckers too

Fuck them ****

Fuck they motherfucking mommas

They daddies, they aunts, they uncles

And they little tee tees, too

Ayo, suck a dick

Meek Mill, let's get it