Dreams Come True (feat. Yo Gotti, Ace Hood, Mack Maine & Birdman)

INSTRUMENTALDreams Come True" (Performed by Yo Gotti, Ace Hood, Mack Maine & Birdman) (Yea!) Birdman, pussy Sittin' on this muthafuckin' hill (Rich Gang, billionaire status) All day! One hundred I believe dreams come true I believe dreams come true I believe dreams come true Cause my ass woke up in that Bugatti coupe That bitch ain't got a roof This 1.5 on a a coupé Rich Gang, nigga dreams come true Bad bitch, I make her dreams come true Rich Gang, nigga dreams come true Dope boy, I'm a dream come true (Big Gang Millionaires, nigga) I believe dreams come true Ace Hood, dat right Hood Nation, OG, whattup doe? You already know... I believe dreams come true Can't wait for the Rolls Royce to make the coupé (can't wait) I'm lying on a mil, that's the truth (yea) Spent five thousand dollars on some shoes That's what you call stuntin' I turn in none, ran into my freak bucket (oh word) Then turn a pussy, ran into my cute puppet No ventriloquist, I make it talk to me (Hi!) I'm the richest nigga 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 shit is mandatory Chasing all this money, I just can't avoid it Jesus pieces only keeping me anointed Getting richer, niggas highly disappointed But umm... And I done seen dreams come true Bentley truck 'bout to drop, give me two (haha) Presidential rollies for my whole crew Me and Bird see the world through a bird's eye view Man we started from the bottom now we here (yea) GT V bottles at the table, no beer (ya heard?) 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? I'm living I was born with the drive, now a nigga get driven Young Money And I done seen dreams come through 11 hundred catana, sock on the new shoe Moving birds out the coupé The sun do shine, we can knock him off for the loop (BLAAAT!) 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 (BLAAAT!) Yea! Party never stops, nightlife poppin' Take that shit to the mansion nigga Stunna island where we hold it down, put it down One hundred