Mack Maine - Dreams Come True lyrics

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Mack Maine - Dreams Come True lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] + (Yo Gotti) (Yea!) Birdman, p**y Sittin' on this muthaf**in' hill (Rich Gang, billionaire status) All day! One hundred [Hook: Yo Gotti] 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 b**h ain't got a roof This 1.5 on a coupé Rich Gang, n***a dreams come true Bad b**h, I make her dreams come true [Interlude: Yo Gotti] + (Birdman) Rich Gang, n***a dreams come true Dope boy, I'm a dream come true (Big Gang Millionaires, n***a) I believe dreams come true [Ace Hood] 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 p**y, ran into my cute puppet No ventriloquist, I make it talk to me (Hi!) I'm the richest n***a 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 sh** is mandatory Chasing all this money, I just can't avoid it Jesus pieces only keeping me anointed Getting richer, n***as highly disappointed But umm... [Hook] + [Interlude] [Mack Maine] 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 n***a get driven Young Money [Hook] [Birdman] 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 (BLAAAT~!) 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 (BLAAAT!) [Hook] w/ Birdman ad-libs [Outro: Birdman] Yea! Party never stops, nightlife poppin' Take that sh** to the mansion n***a Stunna island where we hold it down, put it down One hundred

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