What Dreams Are Made Of - Pusha T

To all hustla’s with the same interest

Bow your heads as the Lord’s mention

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 pot water

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 on responding to a text

Niggas talk money but I’m still unimpressed

When these thousand dollar sneakers got me feeling under dressed

Hip Hop bores me, hustla’s 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 Jew boy

Bentley with the rag-top yarmulke

It says kilometres 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