Dreams Nightmares - Lil Wayne

That noise in the background, that’s my skateboard

That nigga Mack crazy

Yeah, uh

I put my shooters on they feet

I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep

The money turned my niggas into monsters

The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord

The money turned my face into a stocking

Don’t make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy

Don’t make me turn the kid to a foster

My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord

Body parts 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 zero to a comma, Lord

The money turn my niggas into killas

The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla

The money turnt the bitches into hoes

The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord

I put my shooters on they feet

Give 'em your address, then 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 said, «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 could sell white, in Africa

It’s like, I can’t explain, y’all asked me to spit

And now I’m drooling on my chain

«What happened to Wayne?»

I’m like, hold up, wait a second, y’all 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 edit

Watch me pull up with no roof

Tthat’s cause I walk the dog and pet it

I’m like, hold up, wait a minute, y’all 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, I’m like a smart phone with the digits

Bitch!

Riding 'round with the volume down

With the windows up and the choppers down

Soon as we get to your block

It’s the motherfuckin' other way around

My bitch say I’m too wild

She don’t even know why she stay around

I get home and I dick her down

Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows

If these bullets was paintballs

I could fuck around and I could paint a house

You could tell I’m pimpin'

Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out

I bring wine to Amy house

We smoke it out and we drank it out

And talk about these pussy niggas

Tthat ain’t about what Wayne about

I’m hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it’s out of its mind

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

Speaking of change, it’s a shame how these lames droppin' 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, hollerin' out «Squad, take it outside»

I’m a taxpayer,

I’m a axe player, gettin' in through the back well

Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail

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

Should’ve been in N.W.A., fuck the police, Five-0 and 12

One time for your mind, bitch, never say «Nevermind,» bitch

You a penny short of a dime, bitch, no nonsense

Had a nine since I was nine, bitch

Yeah, born to murder

Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle

Tell 'em boys ain’t nothin' sweet, it’s sauerkraut, ya heard me?

They find ya body in New Orleans on 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 spittin' flame like a blow torch

Sorry 4 The Wait, woo