Money in my sleep

Make money in my sleep Gold diggers come in peace When they see that heat They think of me Then they See Ferrari Then they want some money I just Met you two Hundred Millie in the banks Everybody thinks I’m fake They are Wylin I look like Holland Santa Ballin Then I am fallin I don’t love the Dolphins I put them in the coffin Then Call me often Everybody’s kind of rotten Don’t Say I am forgotten I’m just Ballin Please stop calling Why Does everybody call me Holland Then I soften I have so much in common With Tom Holland