Dreams Come True Songtext

I believe dreams come true

I believe dreams come true
Can’t wait for the Rolls Royce to make the Coupe
I’m lying on a mill, that’s the truth
Spent five thousand dollars on some shoes
That’s what you call stuntin’
I turn in none, Ran into my freak bucket
Then turn a pussy, ran into my cute puppet
No ventriloquist, I make it talk to me
I’m the richest nigga in my hood
10 chains on me, smoking Cali good
Private plane luggage never necessary
I can take you where they never could
That super fly shit is mandatory
Chasing all this money, I just can’t avoid it
Jesus piece’s only keeping me anointed
Getting richer, niggas highly disappointed
But erm
I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
Cos my ass woke up in that Bugatti coupe
That bitch ain’t got a roof
This 1.5 on a a Coupe
Rich gang, nigga dreams come true
Bad bitch, I make her dreams come true
Rich gang, nigga dreams come true
Dope boy, I’m a dream come true
I believe dreams come true

And I done seen dreams come true
Bentley truck ’bout to drop, give me two
Presidential rollies for my whole crew
Me and bird see the world through a birds eye view
Man we started from the bottom now we here
GT V bottles at the table, no beer
Hustlers’ my career, never had fear
I’m flying on a lear high, rest in peace Aaliyah
Man I spent 3.5 Million on a crib
Young hot boy, had to get how I live
The main question is:
Why am I always smiling and I’m living?
I was born with the drive, now a nigga get driven
Young Money

I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
Cos my ass woke up in that Bugatti coupe
That bitch ain’t got a roof
This 1.5 on a a Coupe
Rich gang, nigga dreams come true
Bad bitch, I make her dreams come true
Rich gang, nigga dreams come true
Dope boy, I’m a dream come true
I believe dreams come true

And I done seen dreams come through
11 hundred cantana, sock on the new shoe
Moving birds out the coupé
The sun do shine, we can knock him off for the loop
Stunna Island! Out the pound homie
Stunna Island! With my rounds homie
Moving eleven, strapped with a mack
A hundred G’s in a dufflebag stacked
White doves, and we serving out of Bentley
Uptown, moving round, now we filthy
Paint the whole town
Red on that brown, lay ‘em all down

I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
Cos my ass woke up in that Bugatti coupe
That bitch ain’t got a roof
This 1.5 on a a Coupe
Rich gang, nigga dreams come true
Bad bitch, I make her dreams come true
Rich gang, nigga dreams come true
Dope boy, I’m a dream come true
I believe dreams come true