Pusha T - What Dreams Are Made Of lyrics
[Pusha T - What Dreams Are Made Of lyrics]
"It's so hard for me to sit
Back here in this studio, looking at a guy
Out here, hollering my name! When last year
I spent more money, on spilled liquor
In bars from one side of
This world to the other
Than you made! You’re talking
To the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing
Kiss stealing, whoa! wheelin' dealin'
Limousine riding
Jet flying son of a gun and I'm having
A hard time holding these alligators down!"
To all hustlas with the same interest
Bow your heads as the Lord's mentioned
Prayer service held in the kitchen
I wish they never found Jimmy Henchmen
I’m what dreams are made of
Cocaine Ronald gave us
Then Nancy tried to save us
By that time we had Motorola pagers
Now we push button start motors
Yacht owners, you small ballin'
That’s Pop Warner
Menage a trois in the bath house
Blew money on ‘em, bitches never bad mouth
You glass slipper bad whores, I just cash out
You open doors, I open jaws and pass out
Luxury is just my lifestyle
I’m Scott free with a
Million dollar bright smile
You niggas gettin' money
I never hear about it
The bricks fell, I skip jail
Live to tell about it
I'm what dreams are made of
I'm what dreams are made of
Sell that pussy to me, I’d rather buy it baby
Look at ya purse you need the help
You can’t deny it baby
I'm what dreams are made of
I'm what dreams are made of
Yeah, Louboutins under sweats
A hundred just landed from
Responding to a text
Niggas talk money but I’m still unimpressed
When these thousand dollar sneakers
Got me feeling underdressed
Hip Hop bores me, hustlers applaud me
Too much school boy, not enough rude boy
Nothing match the feeling of pulling
Up in that new toy
And it ain't even half of my safe
Tuck like the Jew boy
Bentley with the rag-top yarmulke
It says kilometers all on my speedometer
Cocaine under my tongue like thermometer
I got the fever, I never took a breather
Need a way out like Nas needed an Ether
Like Mike Vick chased by PETA
More pony hairs, more zebras
More pythons, more lizards
You niggas gettin' money
I never hear about it
The bricks fell, I skip jail
Live to tell about it
I’m what dreams are made of
I’m what dreams are made of
Sell that pussy to me, I’d rather buy it baby
Look at ya purse you need the help
You can’t deny it baby
I’m what dreams are made of
I’m what dreams are made of
Back here in this studio, looking at a guy
Out here, hollering my name! When last year
I spent more money, on spilled liquor
In bars from one side of
This world to the other
Than you made! You’re talking
To the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing
Kiss stealing, whoa! wheelin' dealin'
Limousine riding
Jet flying son of a gun and I'm having
A hard time holding these alligators down!"
To all hustlas with the same interest
Bow your heads as the Lord's mentioned
Prayer service held in the kitchen
I wish they never found Jimmy Henchmen
I’m what dreams are made of
Cocaine Ronald gave us
Then Nancy tried to save us
By that time we had Motorola pagers
Now we push button start motors
Yacht owners, you small ballin'
That’s Pop Warner
Menage a trois in the bath house
Blew money on ‘em, bitches never bad mouth
You glass slipper bad whores, I just cash out
You open doors, I open jaws and pass out
Luxury is just my lifestyle
I’m Scott free with a
Million dollar bright smile
You niggas gettin' money
I never hear about it
The bricks fell, I skip jail
Live to tell about it
I'm what dreams are made of
I'm what dreams are made of
Sell that pussy to me, I’d rather buy it baby
Look at ya purse you need the help
You can’t deny it baby
I'm what dreams are made of
I'm what dreams are made of
Yeah, Louboutins under sweats
A hundred just landed from
Responding to a text
Niggas talk money but I’m still unimpressed
When these thousand dollar sneakers
Got me feeling underdressed
Hip Hop bores me, hustlers applaud me
Too much school boy, not enough rude boy
Nothing match the feeling of pulling
Up in that new toy
And it ain't even half of my safe
Tuck like the Jew boy
Bentley with the rag-top yarmulke
It says kilometers all on my speedometer
Cocaine under my tongue like thermometer
I got the fever, I never took a breather
Need a way out like Nas needed an Ether
Like Mike Vick chased by PETA
More pony hairs, more zebras
More pythons, more lizards
You niggas gettin' money
I never hear about it
The bricks fell, I skip jail
Live to tell about it
I’m what dreams are made of
I’m what dreams are made of
Sell that pussy to me, I’d rather buy it baby
Look at ya purse you need the help
You can’t deny it baby
I’m what dreams are made of
I’m what dreams are made of