Dreams And Nightmares lyrics

by

Beyoncé


[Intro]
Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah
That noise in the background, that's my skateboard
That n*gga Mack crazy
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
I put my shooters on they feet
I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep
The money turned my n*ggas into monsters
The white done turned my n*ggas into Nazis, Lord
The money turned my face into a stocking
Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy
Don't make me turn the kid to a foster
My woman turn my di*k into a Mazda, Lord
Body parts in the duffel
The bullets turn your body to a puzzle
The money turn my b*tch into a monster
She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord
The money turn my n*ggas into killas
The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla
The money turnt the b*tches into hoes
The money turned my n*ggas into foes, Lord
I put my shooters on they feet
Give 'em your address, then 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 said, "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*ck these other n*ggas, 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 could sell white, in Africa
It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit
And now I'm drooling on my chain
"What happened to Wayne?"
[Verse 2]
I'm like, hold up, wait a second, y'all 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 edit
Watch me pull up with no roof
Tthat's cause I walk the dog and pet it
I'm like, hold up, wait a minute, y'all 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*tch, I'm like a smart phone with the digits
b*tch!
Riding 'round with the volume down
With the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to your block
It's the motherf*ckin' other way around
My b*tch say I'm too wild
She don't even know why she stay around
I get home and I di*k her down
Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows
If these bullets was paintballs
I could f*ck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I'm pimpin'
Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out
I bring wine to Amy house
We smoke it out and we drank it out
And talk about these pus*y n*ggas
Tthat ain't about what Wayne about
I'm hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind
I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime
Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes
We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines
Blood Gang, red rain on these n*ggas, hot if you dry
My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside"
I'm a taxpayer, I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well
Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail
Fed up with the fed sh*t and Fed-Ex lost my package
My white girls say "Yeah, n*gga!" My white homies act blackish
Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
Should've been in N.W.A., f*ck the police, Five-0 and 12
One time for your mind, b*tch, never say "Nevermind," b*tch
You a penny short of a dime, b*tch, no nonsense
Had a nine since I was nine, b*tch
Yeah, born to murder
Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle
Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans on 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 spittin' flame like a blow torch
[Outro]
Sorry 4 The Wait, woo
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