[I Wish Cut-Scene]
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl, if I did, I would call her
I wish I had my wallet overflowing with dollars
(x2)
(Come get this money)
[F2Dreamin']
6-4
(It was all a dream!)
[Verse 1]
I'm getting money like a dope boy
I'm getting money because I'm dope, boy
French money, throw that in Montana
Now they say "He getting money like a (Coke Boy)"
Big blue bentley, probably shouldn't take it out
If I pull up in that, my haters might just k** themselves
Suicide doors, knots to my neck
Knots- knots to my neck, I'm spending suicide O's
(That means he's way more stuntastic)
Balling like Randy with eight A's
Hundreds on my paper, I'm getting straight A's
I'm the man, say it with me, even got some haters with me
That's afraid to say it to me, because they ain't making money
And it isn't everything, it's just all I see
And I might just take it with me when I R-I-P, I be
With a backpack full of fat stacks of them rat snacks, that's cheese
Then I woke up and I'm broke but
I be's
[Chorus]
F-2-Dreamin', I'm F-2-Dreamin'
I'm just F-2-Dreamin', I'm F-2-Dreamin'
Yeah, you know who the team is
F2D that dreamgang and we be
F-2-Dreamin', we just F-2-Dreamin'
I wake up in the morning with that money on my mind
And my shorty looking fine, it ain't hard to tell that I be
F-2-Dreamin', I'm F-2-Dreamin'
I'm F-2-Dreamin', I'm a F-2-Dreamer baby
[Verse 2]
And my shorty bad too
Her body a work of art, like she into tattoos
In the murdercielago, or the murdercedes benz
I can count on shorty, she a 1, 2, 10
So she sitting in the pa**enger
Shorty hold me down even when I ain't around
So I ain't even got to tell her
Baby you got to know that I'm just out here
Doing what I got to do for me and you
And we eating, she ain't even got to cook, we got a cook
Pissing off my haters even when I tell her not to (look)
Racks in her pocketbook, rack on her chest
Need a plaque on her wall, from the back she the best
From the front? She the dopest, from the side? She a queen
Ain't no groupie but she ride for the team (like a school bus)
They say she the trillest out, damn that makes two of us
And that makes two of us
And then I woke up because I was
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Even my son gon' be the man kid
Y'all probably end up as my grandkids
Stuntin' like his daddy, if you notice your girl is missing
She probably around my son like a solar system so what it do?
And I'm sure he'll be a trill a** dude
But I'll be proud of my seed as long as he ain't like you
In fact I wake up in the morning, thank the Lord I ain't you
And then I flush, wash my hands, and get back to the loot, hold up
Even got a name picked, we gon' call him Jason
In memory of Jason, rest in peace to Jason
Beef? He'll taze it
Females chasing
But I'm a teach him how to keep it trill just like the late Pimp
More soul than a old Kanye samp'
With Illuminati money, ain't nothing free but a mason
Haters, thought that maybe they would have it when I ain't around
But they just F-2-Dreamin'
[Breakdown]
And I'm a F-2-D-Dreamgangsta
I throw that F2Ddreamgang up
F-2-Dreamin'
I'm F-2-Dreamin' (x2)
I'm a F-2-Dreamer baby
[Breakdown 2]
And it's a rhombus by the way