Thug Fantasy

[Intro] You ever dream of having everything you ever wanted? All the money, all the bitches. Fly rides and ice, right? Haha yeah, that’s what we call a thug fantasy [Hook] Exotic beaches laid up on a canopy Private planes, smoke the finest haze with my family Keep a million stashed in the marble mantelpiece Guns, butter, and bitches, thug fantasy Exotic beaches laid up on a canopy Private planes, smoke the finest haze with my family Keep a million stashed in the marble mantelpiece Guns, butter, and bitches, thug fantasy [Verse One] Mahogany minks, dining at the top of the Sphinx Glasses clink as we gobble our drinks Astounding chains with impossible links Crystal shining with coke residue powder on the sink In the den where I twist haze, lust to get paid Roll with killers who been getting figures since the sixth grade My whip game is impeccable, incredible Fly through in this spaceship, extraterrestrial We professionals, invest and hit moves Sick coupe with the big shoes, nigga I’m a big dude Make big moves, headlines are normal My lawyer Rico beat the RICO, fed time and all But no more bagging up white, I live the glamorous life Bought a new crib for Mag and his wife My whole fam eating cabbage and rice Lobster tails with wine, I’ll have a glass of the white, nigga [Hook] [Verse Two] Blowing the hardest indo, all-black Ferrari Enzo Can’t see my face behind the tints and thick smoke Futuristic, Atari and Nintendo Shorties lust the pimp stroke nigga cause I get dough Break bread, party with my kinfolk Penthouse hotel rental we keep it simple Relax fitted, move at a boss tempo The feds know info, we never let them know No longer eating chicken wings and shrimp rolls Personal chefs and trainers, the body is a temple And all that jazz, dog we spent all that cash Look at shortie dancing with all that ass Toast to champagne yeah closing deals on the SkyPager I made you, gators in nine flavours Luciano shit, we getting mob paper You know the saying, laugh now and cry later, what [Hook] [Verse Three] Hey yo I wrote this to show kids That got it confused with show biz, it’s all hocus pocus These rap niggas talking all this coke shit But they don’t never tell you where the road ends, it’s viewed with a closed lens Because of thug fantasy I’ve lost close friends And I don’t think you understand when you quote them So to quote Jada loosely, you wanna be like Tony Montana but you ain’t seen the whole movie Them boys coming for you, either to lock you up Or the kind that kick in the door ski masks gunning for you I just wanna warn you, it’s easy to do songs like this but honestly I don’t wanna bore you It’s okay to dream for riches in life Money, cars, bitches are nice but it’s a ridiculous price If you ain’t living it right, don’t be feeding into these rappers Cause most of the time they just spitting the hype hype [Hook]