[Lil Wayne - Chorus] My reality is bigger than your dreams are Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car She wants me, she wants me Plus I got it all
[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth
for her nightmares sake But you love me At least thats what she said That whole weekend in my bed But there was a speaker in my head Saying "seek and
the dresser Got a girl and a girl to undress her My guitar strap is leather My life is better than ever I got women all up in my condo And my drug dealer
: Lil Wayne] D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie [Lil Wayne] It's sure about
' You can check my track record, I'm highly respected I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face For
gone Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain How the ice slammed (??) Rammin' your dame That's because she ran into the game Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne Come on! (Hook [Lil Wayne
my words So sick, they think that something's in the herb They think i'm gone, but i'm fine like a woman's curves My personality is far from your reality
haters make a problem and i gotta solve it, Belly leaned against the curtain like an alcoholic. Kill bill was still kicking like lucy lu, And watch my Lil
swole Got my million dollar destiny under control Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary You want
shit Bout what I did 'fore I was big When's there's a woman with my kid where I should be She screamed to me (What?) My love, my patience, my pain (OK
it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain How the ice slammed the pain, rammin' your dame That's because she ran into the game Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne Come on! (Hook [Lil Wayne
reppin' You can check my track record, I'm highly respected I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
needs change and I'm the mofucking cashier, Nickels for my thoughts, Dimes in my bed, Quarters of the kush, Ain't the limes in my head, Take my verses
Send the haters all my love?X and O I got a black box where suggestions go But I don't really give a fuck It's prolly best you know My reality is brighter
dj proof nominated thats a great look lost to a song wit lil' wayne that ain't have a hook haha it's all good it just overthrows my message we always
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number
Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch I'm f-cking her good, she got her legs on my
