Ghetto dreams baby
That`s what we talking bout..
[Hook]
Ghetto dreams, diamond rings
Money hoes and clothes and all those, fancy things
[Fat Pat]
Money hoes, fancy clothes
Heavy in the game, so I`m hot as cold
For paper, wake me up I think I`m dreaming
Back in the game, I thought I`d never have these things
Bitches want a ring, Rolls and plenty green
Black lacquer screens, three story dreams
House on a hill, fantasies are built
Private jet sip Moet, Sacci set now a Vette
Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway
Yellow bone on my side, sitting sideways
Independent women, should I say franchise
Right before your eyes, I`m going nationwide
Baguettes in my mouth, smoked like a cloud
Make my mama proud, cause ain`t no holding out
On my dreams, yeah I`m gon get it
Win it like the Lotto, dressed in Amavado
Alligator shoe, when I smash on the throttle
Angry super model, paparazzi follow
Money hoes and clothes, it make my head hollow
I`m drinking out the bottle, to ride on my sorrow
A better day tomorrow, is all I wish for
A millionaire dream, plus a whole lot more
The country I`ll explore, navigator
System guides my way, for the lyrical AK
[Hook - 2x]
[Fat Pat]
Stacks to be made, in the world gon get it
Opportunities come, a mile a minute
From start to finish, have big dreams baby
Coming down Mercedes, everybody`s angry
Rapper or emcee, whatever you wanna call it
Credit cards or cash, we balling in the mall and
Hauling, three T.V.`s in my load
Marble on my dash, got wood on my do`s
Who knows, what the world unfold as it go
Round and round, I`ma keep putting it down
Endo pounds, getting sent from out of town
Me and my partna, in the kitchen breaking chickens down
Making plastic fried, whoa look at me now
I`m shining like the sun, Rolex dimaonds
Here I come here I come, top down in my Bentley
All my enemies looking, but come on get me
[Hook - 2x]
[Fat Pat]
This just the beginning, of a next episode
The game unfold, down a 24 karat road
To success, no settling for less
Strive to be the best, if I`m broke I can`t rest
Mind full of stress, so I break for my dream
Like I`m running a marathon, and capalon hustle for me
And my son, my job is never done
It`s like I`m one on one, me against the world
And it`s hard to hold on, but I keep a tight grip
Write another song, drop it like it`s hot no time to prolong
Get out the hood, was something like a dream
Whoever thought, Fat Pat would rap sing
Have all these things, I`ll be just like a king
In your face one more time, just to let you know
Coming up is impossible, if you don`t hustle
Trust no info, coming from the back
Cause haters come in all size and forms, and that`s a fact
When I was growing up, I never got no slack
No handouts for Pat, had to grind for it black
I let my nuts hang in the game, pumped hard for it mayn
When it sleets no rain, I wanted big thangs
Plus a whole lot of what, pocket change
Don`t knock Pat, coming down the boulevard true
Fantasies and dreams, I just came through
[Hook - 4x]
