Project Dreams Lyrics Marshmello & Roddy Ricch


N**ga, I was down bad, now I’m on a jet for real
Got all this ice on me, baby, told my Patek to chill
Sippin’ on this codeine, my baddest b**ch is on X pill
I want a couple million without a record deal

Got 25 thousand on me, when I’ve been ridin’ in a Phantom
Got all designer on me, b**ch, I’m so fly it don’t matter
I wanted to feel the V12 when I was ridin’ in Atlanta
Been sippin’ good s**t all day, I’m damn near high as my Phantom

I got three b**ches with me, they want the baguettes on their neck
B**ch, I was made inside the projects, I got Crip on my set
N**ga, I was really on the floor, then I woke up in a jet
Ain’t never had to dodge no n**ga, I just might cop Demon
I’m shoppin’ at Neiman’s, ballin’ every season
Feelin’ like I’m dreamin’, shinin’ every weekend

All they know is that I was broke, then I got a brand new coupe
Louis V’s on my shoes, f**kin’ all my b**ches by the twos
First time in V12, she was hangin’ out the roof
My VVs ice cream, I ain’t even have to scoop
Got the whole universe in my ceilin’, I’ma set the mood
I seen his main b**ch lookin’ at my neck, ooh

N**ga, I was down bad, now I’m on a jet for real
Got all this ice on me, baby, told my Patek to chill
Sippin’ on this codeine, my baddest b**ch is on X pill
I want a couple million without a record deal

Got 25 thousand on me, when I’ve been ridin’ in a Phantom
Got all designer on me, b**ch, I’m so fly it don’t matter
I wanted to feel the V12 when I was ridin’ in Atlanta
Been sippin’ good s**t all day, I’m damn near high as my Phantom

She just popped an X pill, wanna see how the ‘Vette feel
Fiji on my Rollie make her wanna have some sex for real
Tennis chain, my neck on chill, I ain’t have to go get no deal
Last month I spent a hundred thousand on the closet
I bought the penthouse just to handle ménages
Got the new crib, my n**ga fresh out, he kept it solid

20 bands on me, can’t even fit inside the wallet
B**ch, I’m ballin’, 13 on me like I was Harden, yeah
N**gas know Ricchy, I’m lit, might take my ride through the 6
I’ve been mixin’ my designers, n**ga, I’m fly as a b**ch
I just talk about my lifestyle, I don’t write this s**t
Ever since that jail cell opened up, I let these diamonds hit

N**ga, I was down bad, now I’m on a jet for real
Got all this ice on me, baby, told my Patek to chill
Sippin’ on this codeine, my baddest b**ch is on X pill
I want a couple million without a record deal

Got 25 thousand on me, when I’ve been ridin’ in a Phantom
Got all designer on me, b**ch, I’m so fly it don’t matter
I wanted to feel the V12 when I was ridin’ in Atlanta
Been sippin’ good s**t all day, I’m damn near high as my Phantom…

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