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Genre/Lang. : Hip-Hop (2013)
(Feat. Yo Gotti, Mack Maine & Ace Hood)

[Intro: Birdman and Yo Gotti]
Yea!
Birdman! Pussy
Sittin' on this muthafuckin' hill
Rich Gang, beanerz day
All day! One hundred

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
I believe dreams come true
Cos my a** woke up in that Bugatti Coupé
That b***h ain't got a roof
This 1.5 on a a coupé
Rich gang, ni**a dreams come true
Bad bitch, I make her dreams come true
Rich gang, ni**a dreams come true
Dope boy, I'm a dream come true
I believe dreams come true

[Verse One: Ace Hood]
I believe dreams come true
Can't wait for the Rolls Royce to make the coupé
I'm lying on a mil, that's the truth
Spent five thousand dollars on some shoes
That's what you call stuntin'
I turn in none, Ran into my freak bucket
Then turn a pussy, ran into my cute puppet
No ventriloquist, i make it talk to me (Hii!)
I'm the richest ni**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*t is mandatory
Chasing all this money, I just can't avoid it
Jesus piece's only keeping me anointed
Getting richer, ni**as highly disappointed
But erm...

[Hook]

[Verse Two: Mack Maine]
And I done seen dreams come true
Bentley truck 'bout to drop, give me two
Presidential rollies for my whole crew
Me and bird see the world through a birds eye view
Man we started from the bottom now we here
GT V bottles at the table, no beer
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 and I'm living?
I was born with the drive, now a ni**a get driven
Young Money!

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Birdman]
And I done seen dreams come through
11 hundred cantana, sock on the new shoe
Moving birds out the coupé
The sun do shine, we can knock him off for the loop
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 (Brraa!)

[Hook]

[Outro: Birdman]
Yeaa!
Party never stops
Nightlife poppin'
Take that sh*t to the mansion ni**a
Stunna island where we hold it down, put it down
One hundred


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