Ghetto dreams baby

That's what we talking bout..



[Hook]

Ghetto dreams, diamond rings

Money hoes and clothes and all those, fancy things



[Fat Pat]

Money hoes, fancy clothes

Heavy in the game, so I'm hot as cold

For paper, wake me up I think I'm dreaming

Back in the game, I thought I'd never have these things

Bitches want a ring, Rolls and plenty green

Black lacquer screens, three story dreams

House on a hill, fantasies are built

Private jet sip Moet, Sacci set now a Vette

Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway

Yellow bone on my side, sitting sideways

Independent women, should I say franchise

Right before your eyes, I'm going nationwide

Baguettes in my mouth, smoked like a cloud

Make my mama proud, cause ain't no holding out

On my dreams, yeah I'm gon get it

Win it like the Lotto, dressed in Amavado

Alligator shoe, when I smash on the throttle

Angry super model, paparazzi follow

Money hoes and clothes, it make my head hollow

I'm drinking out the bottle, to ride on my sorrow

A better day tomorrow, is all I wish for

A millionaire dream, plus a whole lot more

The country I'll explore, navigator

System guides my way, for the lyrical AK



[Hook x2]



[Fat Pat]

Stacks to be made, in the world gon get it

Opportunities come, a mile a minute

From start to finish, have big dreams baby

Coming down Mercedes, everybody's angry

Rapper or emcee, whatever you wanna call it

Credit cards or cash, we balling in the mall and

Hauling, three T.V.'s in my load

Marble on my dash, got wood on my do's

Who knows, what the world unfold as it go

Round and round, I'ma keep putting it down

Endo pounds, getting sent from out of town

Me and my partna, in the kitchen breaking chickens down

Making plastic fried, whoa look at me now

I'm shining like the sun, Rolex dimaonds

Here I come here I come, top down in my Bentley

All my enemies looking, but come on get me



[Hook x2]



[Fat Pat]

This just the beginning, of a next episode

The game unfold, down a 24 karat road

To success, no settling for less

Strive to be the best, if I'm broke I can't rest

Mind full of stress, so I break for my dream

Like I'm running a marathon, and capalon hustle for me

And my son, my job is never done

It's like I'm one on one, me against the world

And it's hard to hold on, but I keep a tight grip

Write another song, drop it like it's hot no time to prolong

Get out the hood, was something like a dream

Whoever thought, Fat Pat would rap sing

Have all these things, I'll be just like a king

In your face one more time, just to let you know

Coming up is impossible, if you don't hustle

Trust no info, coming from the back

Cause haters come in all size and forms, and that's a fact

When I was growing up, I never got no slack

No handouts for Pat, had to grind for it black

I let my nuts hang in the game, pumped hard for it mayn

When it sleets no rain, I wanted big thangs

Plus a whole lot of what, pocket change

Don't knock Pat, coming down the boulevard true

Fantasies and dreams, I just came through



[Hook x4]