Birdman & Juvenile – Dreams lyrics

[Intro: Juvenile]
Oh, mmh, mmh, hey
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[Chorus: Juvenile]
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let the shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let the shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams (Oh)
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams (Yeah)

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
I remember I was young with them hoop dreams
I remember hittin' licks when I was 15
Now I'm on the road, catchin' flights at 16
Now a nigga gettin' money, what the fuck you mean?
(What the fuck you mean?)
Used to walk to school, now I hop out a Sprinter
I got that heater on me, in the fall, in the winter
I'm the king of the jungle, got me feelin' like I'm Simba
Chopper make 'em get low like a nigga doin' limbo
Remember rainy days and stormy nights
Now I'm gettin' paid, I'm shining like a light
My diamonds lemonade with a lot of ice
And if that bitch play with me, he gon' pay that price

[Chorus: Juvenile]
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let the shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let the shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Yeah, 16 and I'm on a caper (I'm on a caper)
18, caught my first body (Caught my first body)
Me and my round niggas stayed the shadows (Stayed the shadows)
We was thuggin' out with no guidance (No guidance)
Flipped the script, got a new whip (Got a new whip)
My old head gave my first brick (My first brick)
Line 'em up and we split that shit (And we split that shit)
Gave him the lick and I took the hit (And I took the hit)
I gave him money but it came with fame (It came with fame)
Accept the struggle, no pain, no gain (No pain, no gain)
Run it up, nigga, remain the same (Remain the same)
We got the money, nigga stuntin' on planes

[Chorus: Juvenile]
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let the shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let the shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams

[Outro: Birdman]
Rich Gang
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