Lil Wayne - Dreams And Nightmares Lyrics
[Intro]Turn the music down in my headphones,(Yeah) that noise in the background that's my skateboard...That nigga Mack crazy...[Verse]I put my shooters on they feetI just give em' yo address and go to sleepThe money turn my niggas into monstersThe white don' turned my niggas into Nazi's lordThe money turn my face into a stockingDon't make me Turn yo baby to a hostage boyyyDon't make me turn the kid to a FosterMy Woman turn my dick into a mazda lordBody ports in the duffel, the bullets turn your body to a puzzleThe money turn my ***** into a monster she know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma lordThe money turn my niggas into killasThe sugar turned the cocaine to VanillaThe money turned the *****es into hoesThe money turned my niggas into foes lord...I put my shooters on they feetGive em' yo address and I go out to eatHad that Snowman in the hood like Jody BreezeShe from the hood but look like she from overseasI say "Girl you know I Love You and I care for yaI got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"She say "***** these other niggas they ain't half of yaJust keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"I got a stay at home Gun and a Travel gunBoy we can sell white in AfricaIt's like I can't explain, yall asked me to spitNow I'm drooling on my chain what happened to Wayne?I'm like hold up wait a second, yall thought I was second?Hating on a champ throwing salt and not confettiWe pull up and we shoot then we park the car and at itWatch me pull up with no roof that's cause I walk the dog and pet it, I'm like hold up wait a minute yall thought I was finished?Shoot you in your head then just walk off like I didn'tLet my money talk so much put my jawbone outta businessDoing numbers in this ***** I'm like a smart bone with the digits, *****!Riding round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers downSoon as we get to yo block it's the *****ing other way aroundMy ***** say I'm too wild she don't even know why she stay aroundI get home and I dick her down now she talking bout' exchange the vowsIf these bullets was paint balls I could ***** around and I could paint a houseYou could tell I pimpin' the way I hit the blunt with my pinky outI bring Wine to Amy House we smoke it out and we drank it out, and talk about these ***** niggas that ain't about what Wayne aboutI'm hanging out a mussane without a brain is outta his mindI pull over I push a button it change like Optimus PrimeSpeaking of change it's a shame how these lames dropping them dimesWe aim at your grape knock it off now you just VinesBlood Gang red rain on these niggas hot if you dryMy gang top of the line yelling out "Squad Take it outside!"Imma tax player, imma Axe player, getting in through the back wayer, Red double to the Blue collar unenvelope black mailFed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my packageMy white girls say "Yeah nigga" my white homies act blackishAin't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFLShouldve been in N.W.A. ***** the police, 5-0 and 12One time If you don't mind *****, never say nevermind *****You a penny short of a dime ***** no nonsense outta nonsense [?] that was non *****, Yeah!Born to murder bank account on fat bustin' out the girdleTellem boys and nothing sweet it's sauerkraut Ya heard me?They find ya body in New Orleans from Mardi Gras on BourbonLike oh lord! Humphrey BogartIt's a bird it's a plane, it's a crowbarFor the most part, I'm the southern coast guard...Ak-47 spitting flame like a blow torchSorry 4 The Wait
