Lyrics: Stogie T – Big Dreams Lyrics

Lyrics to Big Dream by Stogie T

[Hook]
I got big dreams, Range Rover 2016
Big feet, these red soles barely fit me
Still clean but the dough keep me filthy
Scheming how to get more from the sixteens
Big dreams, red stones on my pinky
Big things, second home out in Clifton
Sea breeze, take a yacht on the big seas
Taking off in a G6
I got big dreams, paid loan off of this crib
Big sis still owe me for Christmas
Wits fees, get my folks out the system
Still waiting on dough on the fifteenth

[Verse 1]
How many of us are dreamers
Stuck in the office and mean mug
‘Cause you heard that nigga that quit
To follow his dreams bought his mama a beamer
If it bothers you, V up
I switch my team up, my green up
You in the club, I swing the club so T up
I’m here to clean up while lazy niggas put their feet up
Won’t miss a spot, you dusty fuckers get that Mr Clean touch
Cancel them all talk and no-show Felicias
My hustle suck ’til y’all deliberate on what I mean by it
I’m still why you left your sneakers in your dream closet
But only bring them out to see the tongues you lick balls with
I’m evolving, so keep calling me conscious
I’m eating four courses at the Four Seasons resort
Japanese ?, a dish fit for a God
Jet stream through the fog, same scene as your boss
Two seats to the Porsche, boot screaming the bars
Cold drinks to your boy,

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
She wants a trip to Jamaica
Don’t wanna think of it later
I wanna hit up an agent
How much the ticket to take her
No need to be an occasion
Only a dream ’til we make it
Honey get real, she taking pics in all-season vacations
Wasn’t big on crustations
Now every fish dish come initially invalidated
Wish list upgraded, think big I’m sayin’
Whatever the bill, I’ll pay it
Want you to feel like you can live what you see when praying
Still dreaming of the villas in Paris or in Spain
Having meals with Mona Lisa, not a glitch on her face
Prada sneakers on my feet, not a stitch outta place
With the horses, no more beamer ’cause the V got replaced
Needless to say, I dream but I slave
Hustle the utmost, double the bucks that outgrows what you think I made
Offshore dough from an out post, they leavin’ again
Until I’m on soul like Tokyo, a billi a man

I got big dreams, Range Rover 2016
Big feet, these red soles barely fit me
Still clean but the dough keep me filthy
Scheming how to get more from the sixteens
Big dreams, red stones on my pinky
Big things, second home out in Clifton
Sea breeze, take a yacht on the big seas
Taking off in a G6