Lyrics Fat Joe – Dreamin

Stephanie Mills:
Fast cars and flashy clothes
Night life is all we know
This life was meant for me

Fat Joe:
I kick back, put the key in ignition
‘Cause niggas wasn’t seeing my vision
Got a whole trunk full of white, on my feet is the Pippens
And the loud, make it easy to listen
My ambitions (My ambitions, my ambitions)
A nigga knockin’ that pot dough
What you expect when your idol is Pablo?
I’m Paid in Full as we speakin’
Not Rich Porter, just one rich Puerto Rican
A nigga nice with them heat stand
And got him high off dope like The Weeknd
That means I’m all the way up
A nigga couldn’t fall even if they drug him in cuffs
I’m prayin’ for better days than Freddie Gray’s
Where Lil Wayne and Birdman can hug and embrace
And little niggas is coming of age
Take a wrong step, pop! ‘Cause his mother’s engaged

Stephanie Mills:
Fast cars and flashy clothes

Remy Ma:
When I copped the pink Benz
I swear they started to hate
At 21 some bum nigga cut me right in my face
They brought that up when I caught my case
Bitch I did 6 years, 4 months and 5 days
And they wonder why I’m crazy
I blame the 80s for turning my generation into crack babies
Used to be in the cell dreamin’ I was home
Now I’m home, dreamin’ I’m back in the cell
I went from Castle to Beverly to Bedford Hills
I’m a prime example of keeping it too real
Had somebody asked me if I learned my lesson
Told him, «Actually prison made me more aggressive
I still snack a chip quick, no questions
But now I leave my handprint so she don’t get the wrong impression»
They say all I talk about is jail
Fuck you meanin’ that’s my reality
I guess you just be dreamin’

Stephanie Mills:
Fast cars and flashy clothes
Night life is all we know
This life was meant for me
It’s destiny
Yes, I must be dreamin’, dreamin’, dreamin’
Gets me where I wanna be, dreamin’
Yes, I must be dreamin’, dreamin’, dreamin’
Gets me where I wanna be, dreamin’
Yes, I must be dreamin’