Aonang Resort

I DO NOT, REPEAT, DO NOT OWN THIS PIECE OF MUSIC. Lyrics: Uhh, Ambiens in my travel bag… fiji water first class destination France Fascinated by my watch hypnotic trance we’re on a coast jets skin With exotic fish, I like a fresh seabass on my plate Cruise ship dinner’cause the dollar levitate yours like a centipede Slower than a turtle, face pop shake lap dance move your body like a snake It’s all Gucci when dollars is flowing poorin moette in bitches hair living in a moment Tell your mother you’re good, I’m a rap star… to pay the hood Took the top off, batcave, bat car, bat man, mask off Bruce Wayne in the flesh mister out front, house guest in bed with the genie look Always winnin, when you don’t give a fuck. [Chorus:] So don’t wake nigga up, don’t wake nigga up, Mother fucker I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming. Don’t wake nigga up, don’t wake nigga up, Mother fucker I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming. Uhh, eatin taters waking up in Vegas Some girl look like Katy Perry said we had her naked The hangover can’t remember shit we barely made it House keepers said there’s panties hangin from the ceilin tygas stripe, bed and penthouse guest level We all got suites niggas all thorough Turn the jazz on said she 32 but she like em young Real milf she blow me like bubble yum Hawt, don’t spit till a nigga done Ten minutes recoop beating like a drum We all getting laid tonight it’s a laker night Win it in over time, prime time on your satelite YMCMB that’s Tyga …