Lava Lamp lyrics

[Chorus]
I always had rich n*gga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich n*gga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas

[Verse 1]
My dawg just came home from a tough bid (He did)
I’m like, “f*ck it, let’s run it up again” (Let's get it)
You ain’t cut from the same thread that they sewed me up with
Tell them n*ggas that jumped ship I said, “Suck di*k”
Stop cappin', you know I'm with the sh*t
I was down, now I’m up 10
Don’t think I should win? Then catch up then
You gon' need 3 treys and a foul though (Yeah)
You gon' need 3 k’s and a vial ho
I’m in the wraith banging "Old Town Road"
My sh*t coming, n*gga, hold tight though
I’m in flight mode (I'm in flight modе)
Fifty shades whipping that white hoe, еyes closed (Woo)
Bird Box, n*gga, the birds came in boxes, n*gga
You gon' need to stand on a bird back to box me, n*gga
That’s the only way your punches gon' reach God
All we got is blue hundreds and Rolls Royce key fobs
And them overseas blocks, them Vlade Divacs
b*tch, I’m Rich Porter mixed with Pete Rock (b*tch, I'm Pete Rock)
King of the re-rock (Woo!)
In the kitchen so long felt like we was waiting for Detox to drop
Now that’s a long-ass time
[Chorus]
I always had rich n*gga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich n*gga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas

[Verse 2]
I got that next dimension ki for real (I do)
You say my name, you better be for real
You owe me, produce something better be Pharrell
Pretty-ass twins, I think I’m f*ckin Bey for real
My immigrant baby
Her daddy deported for yay, I wanna meet him
She like, “Cooks, you crazy!” (Cooks, you crazy)
She knew if she take me, I’ll make this sh*t feel like the 80’s again (Woo)
I’m going crazy again (Woo)
Back to back to back the Mercedes again
I just bust a check open, they ready to pay me again (Woo)
Label couldn’t play me once, how they gon play me again? (How)
I told my shooter if the n*gga live, then spray him again (Brrrrt)
I’m Egyptian in the kitchen building pyramids (Building pyramids)
Gucci rain boots for this muddy ass Sierra Mist
I brought some dead broke n*ggas back to life (I did)
I can make the blind see the flashing lights (Woo)
57 fit in the Sonata if you pack it right
I’m making future plans like, “f*ck we doing afterlife?” (f*ck we doing afterlife?)
I got it on my back like The Passion of Christ (Back like The Passion of Christ)
Yeah
[Chorus]
I always had rich n*gga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas
I always had rich n*gga dreams
My young boy got the Tec with the beam
Melt it 'till the pot turn lava lamp
Hundred thousand stuffed in my Pradas