Dreams Come True (ft. Yo Gotti / Ace Hood / Mack Maine / Birdman)

(Yea!) birdman, pussy

Sittin' on this muthafuckin' hill

(Rich gang, billionaire status)

All day! One hundred

I believe dreams come true

I believe dreams come true

I believe dreams come true

Close my eyes woke up in that bugatti coupe

That bitch ain't got a roof

This 1. 5 on a coupé

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

(Big gang millionaires, nigga)

I believe dreams come true

Ace hood, dat right

Hood nation, og, whattup doe?

You already know

I believe dreams come true

Can't wait for the rolls royce to make the coupé (can't wait)

I'm lying on a mil, that's the truth (yea)

Spent five thousand dollars on some shoes

That's what you call stuntin'

I turn in none, ran into my freak bucket (oh word)

Then turn a pussy, ran into my cute puppet

No ventriloquist, I make it talk to me (hi!)

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 pieces only keeping me anointed

Getting richer, niggas highly disappointed

But umm

And I done seen dreams come true

Bentley truck 'bout to drop, give me two (haha)

Presidential rollies for my whole crew

Me and bird see the world through a bird's eye view

Man we started from the bottom now we here (yea)

Gt v bottles at the table, no beer (ya heard?)

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? I'm living

I was born with the drive, now a nigga get driven

Young money

And I done seen dreams come through

11 Hundred catana, sock on the new shoe

Moving birds out the coupé

The sun do shine, we can knock him off for the loop (blaat!)

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 (blaat!)

Yea!

Party never stops, nightlife poppin'

Take that shit to the mansion nigga

Stunna island where we hold it down, put it down

One hundred