Lil Wayne - Dreams And Nightmares (Lyrics)

[Intro]

Turn the music down in my headphones, (yeah) that noise in the background thats my skateboard...that nigga Mack crazy..

[Verse]

I put my shooters on they feet

I just give em' yo address and go to sleep

The money turn my niggas into monsters

The white don' turned my niggas into Nazi's lord

The money turn my face into a stocking

Dont make me Turn yo baby to a hostage boyyy

Dont make me turn the kid to a Foster

My Woman turn my dick into a mazda lord

Body ports in the duffel, the bullets turn your body to a puzzle

The money turn my bitch into a monster she know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma lord

The money turn my niggas into killas

The sugar turned the cocaine to Vanilla

The money turned the bitches into hoes

The money turned my niggas into foes lord...

I put my shooters on they feet

Give em' yo address and I go out to eat

Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze

She from the hood but look like she from overseas

I say "Girl you know I Love You and I care for ya

I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"

She say "Fuck these other niggas they ain't half of ya

Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"

I got a stay at home Gun and a Travel gun

Boy we can sell white in Africa

It's like I can't explain, yall asked me to spit

Now im 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 confetti

We pull up and we shoot then we park the car and at it

Watch 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't

Let my money talk so much put my jawbone outta business

Doing numbers in this bitch im like a smart bone with the digits, Bitch!

Riding round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down

Soon as we get to yo block it's the fucking other way around

My bitch say I'm too wild she dont even know why she stay around

I get home and I dick her down now she talking bout' exchange the vows

If these bullets was paint balls I could fuck around and I could paint a house

You could tell I pimpin' the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out

I bring Wine to Amy House we smoke it out and we drank it out, and talk about these pussy niggas that ain't about what Wayne about

Im hanging out a mussane without a brain is outta his mind

I pull over I push a button it change like Optimus Prime

Speaking of change it's a shame how these lames dropping them dimes

We aim at your grape knock it off now you just Vines

Blood Gang red rain on these niggas hot if you dry

My 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 mail

Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my package

My white girls say "Yeah nigga" my white homies act blackish

Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL

Shouldve been in N.W.A. fuck the police, 5-0 and 12

One time If you dont mind bitch, never say nevermind bitch

You a penny short of a dime bitch no nonsense outta nonsense [?] that was non bitch, Yeah!

Born to murder bank account on fat bustin' out the girdle

Tellem boys and nothing sweet it's sauerkraut Ya heard me?

They find ya body in New Orleans from Mardi Gras on Bourbon

Like oh lord! Humphrey Bogart

It's a bird it's a plane, it's a crowbar

For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard....

Ak-47 spitting flame like a blow torch

Sorry 4 The Wait