Lil Wayne - Dreams And Nightmares lyrics

[Intro] Turn the music down in my headphones, (Yeah) that noise in the background that's my skateboard... That n***a Mack crazy... [Verse] I put my shooters on they feet I just give em' yo address and go to sleep The money turn my n***as into monsters The white don' turned my n***as into Nazi's lord The money turn my face into a stocking Don't make me Turn yo baby to a hostage boyyy Don't 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 b**h into a monster she know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma lord The money turn my n***as into k**as The sugar turned the c**aine to Vanilla The money turned the b**hes into hoes The money turned my n***as 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 "f** these other n***as 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 I'm 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 b**h I'm like a smart bone with the digits, b**h! Riding round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down Soon as we get to yo block it's the f**ing other way around My b**h 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' exchange the vows If these bullets was paint balls I could f** 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 p**y n***as that ain't about what Wayne about I'm hanging out a mussane without a brain is outta his mind I pull over I push a bu*ton 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 n***as 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 sh** and Fed-ex lost my package My white girls say "Yeah n***a" 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. f** the police, 5-0 and 12 One time If you don't mind b**h, never say nevermind b**h You a penny short of a dime b**h no nonsense outta nonsense [?] that was non b**h, 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