Dreams & Nightmares Lyrics

Nino Brown

New Jack City

Lyrics to Dreams & Nightmares
Dreams & Nightmares Video:
(Hook 1)
I'm having millionaire dreams and penitentiary nightmares
World on my shoulder, the haters under my night gale
I'm like yea, big money and ambition
I'm right here, they lookin for what the game missin

(Hook 2)
Yea, it won't stop
Countin this money til my casket drop
Waitin my turn til I get my shot
Fuck that, shut em down, open up shop

(Verse)
I'm having millionaire dreams and penitentiary nightmares
I ain't runnin from it my nigga, I'm standin right here
So far ahead of you niggas, I'm talkin light years
Smoking on some OG kush, higher than light bills
I got bills, heron and kilos
I got a safe, the combination the G code
I'm on the come up, these niggas peepin my skilo
We chase money in every city that we go
Illegal, down from the year, my coheba
Keep a loaded 22 in my sneaker
Ether what I'm spittin straight through the speaker
Believe I turn these haters to believers
I need me a down ass bitch, not no skeezer
In Kingston, Jamaica, smoking on some reefer
All these niggas haters, I swear they actin like divas
Fuck er one time, she under my anesthesia

(Hook 1)
I'm having millionaire dreams and penitentiary nightmares
World on my shoulder, the haters under my night gale
I'm like yea, big money and ambition
I'm right here, they lookin for what the game missin

(Hook 2)
Yea, it won't stop
Countin this money til my casket drop
Waitin my turn til I get my shot
Fuck that, shut em down, open up shop

(Verse)
I say red and green scrikes, dissed on my linen
Gucci belt buckle, the gun barrel extended
Lime light bright, these haters tryna dimmit
These killas will bust your head for a cold bottle of Guinness
And Lord be my witness, I ate them canned goods
House man in prison they take your manhood
He won't even shoot a pigeon, he dick in his man wood
We possess niggas rap, career be landlord
All I need good weed and can of Red Bull
They ain't fuckin with me, couldn't even clean my shoes
My gas tank on E, my wallet is on full
These diamonds yellow as cheese, my closet is all true
Religion, money over these bitches
My decision got me up out of that drug dealin
Friends turnin favors, that's why I can't fuck with em
A lesson bout some paper could make me a buck winner
Come on

(Hook 1)
I'm having millionaire dreams and penitentiary nightmares
World on my shoulder, the haters under my night gale
I'm like yea, big money and ambition
I'm right here, they lookin for what the game missin

(Hook 2)
Yea, it won't stop
Countin this money til my casket drop
Waitin my turn til I get my shot
Fuck that, shut em down, open up shop
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