Dreaming of Money & Gunz
In a pool of blood, calling up the one I love
Like "Hey, how you doing?"
I'm doing well, I'm doing well
But I...I think I might be dying, or dead already
I haven't yet decided
But I...I guess I'm doing well, I guess I'm doing well

My shoe box a doll house
Pinkies on pinkies
I broke your Barbies heart
Thats insult to injury
I'm self made and you know I'm well paid
Well, she need that promotion
I give girl that hell raise
W/Word to the holy ghost, overload
Under pressure they overdose
Home alone we watch Ritchie rich
And you expect them to grow up broke
Huh!
Living in a thriller where the killers in the mirror
Like duuhhhh, I know the truth hurts these kids will only get worse
Word I, work and grind, no early nights if its worth my time,
I swerve and drive, I turned my life around and left the worse behind
Aaa ye gimme what I came for
Stress less and I make more
A3 from an a4
500 grams on the main course
I'm in Gauchos on a zebra couch with a girl that looks exotic
I eat well cause I remember when we had crumbs inside of our cupboard
I sleep well cause I remember sharing rooms with both of my brothers
Money weed and females, aaa I f*ckin love it

Dreaming of Money & Gunz
In a pool of blood, calling up the one I love
Like "Hey, how you doing?"
I'm doing well, I'm doing well
But I...I think I might be dying, or dead already
I haven't yet decided
But I...I guess I'm doing well, I guess I'm doing well

Live fast and we die hard
And we hit the roads and we grind hard
Been hitting notes with dargs
Since we would sing Cumbauya
Im high off Delilah
This chip wont help me
My shit stink do u smell me
Pounds on my waste but I'm healthy
Lord knows I waste money I walk slow but I chase money
My song come on when I call her her phone
For head and a beat that’s Dre money
Living in a rap where the words don’t rhyme and my slur off time
but I cant get back, better make my mark on the map
When I ran with ragged dolls, I fell down that rabbit hole, get up and stagger slow, find were you have to go, and I know i'll reach my desti- nation, unless get de-stracted, I hear them calling- shot gun, but theres no room for them
N/N No pitstops f*ck a thrift shop if its in stock then I want it
she look hot and she cook hot you know I love a scotch bonnet
my foot rubbed and my spliff rolled and my drink filled when I touch it
money weed and females argh I f*cking love it

Dreaming of Money & Gunz
In a pool of blood, calling up the one I love
Like "Hey, how you doing?"
I'm doing well, I'm doing well
But I...I think I might be dying, or dead already
I haven't yet decided
But I...I guess I'm doing well, I guess I'm doing well

I Guess I'm Doing Well!
credits
released 25 August 2013
Turkish (Dcypha)
Tummy Wilson