City Of Dreams lyrics - French Montana (feat. Cassidy & Ar-Ab)

[Cassidy:]

I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

[French Montana:]

Got Coke cameras, loaf in the cameras

Keep the stash box for the hammers

Nigga picture bricks, killers, Os

[?] gorillas, wolves

Ar with the AR, I ain't biefin

You niggas ain't even in my radar

Young Bob Barker, Mozzy Parker

All over the beat, Travis Barker

Fif bust, concussion, your ribs crack

Eyes close, the moons like pot holes

Catch a whole round, niggas stick around

That'll lift m up, or sit m down

Niggas rapping the same, but they really twat

We were really hot, when we ran A Block

Slang caine, heavy chain hang, heavy bop

Maintain thangs ame, millys pop

[Cassidy:]

I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

[AR-AB:]

I'm tryna get established

If not rappin, I'm in the crack house givin work to an addict

Let niggas fall, til they lookin at a Magnom

Get something straight, Imma take it if I don't have it

You'll see the shotgun, wip twin pipes

Or get the hawk stuck in your windpipe

That's how it go when you live like me

I ain't wanna do the right thing, Spike Lee

I was on the trap, puttin nicks on the block

Or in the clear, stuffing clips to the top

Niggas gonna drop, when I pull the pound

Make your insides show, like an ultrasound

Disrespect fams, sparkin the k, shooten out artery glands

Cause AR keep a pipe full of hollos

Tryna see green, like night vision goggles

[Cassidy:]

I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

You ain't gotta ask me what I hustle for

What you think Def Jam need Russle for?

What you think a body builder need muscle for?

I'm worth a couple mill, but still want a couple more

So I count my money, then count it over

I sold plenty coke, but I don't mean fountin soda

I'm rich, call my acountent over

I started off moving bolders, but now I knock mountains over

I told you, me and AB from the same city

And Frenchy came with me, and he from Cocaine City

Loss is the fam, I brought the whole gang with me

And I got them thangs with me, ain't nothing change with me

I ain't never been a dummy man, I'm a farmisist selling drugs, and the perscription is money, man

I need food for the tummy, man

So I go to Cocaine City where it jump like a bunny, man

I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of feends

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams