Dreams & Nightmares
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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Turn the music down in my headphones
Yeah, that noise in the background, that's my skateboard
That nigga Mack crazy
Yeah, uh

I put my shooters on they feet
I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep
The money turned my niggas into monsters
The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord
The money turned my face into a stocking
Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy
Don't make me turn the kid to a foster
My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord
Body parts in the duffel
The bullets turn your body to a puzzle
The money turn my bitch into a monster
She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord
The money turn my niggas into killers
The sugar turned the cocaine to vanilla
The money turned the bitches into hoes
The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord

I put my shooters on they feet
Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat
Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
She from the hood but look like she from overseas
I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
She say, "Fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya
Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun
Boy, we could sell white, in Africa
It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit
And now I'm drooling on my chain
What happened to Wayne?

I'm like, hold up, wait a second
Y'all thought I was second?
Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti
We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit
Watch me pull up with no roof
That's 'cause I walk the dog and pet it
I'm like, hold up, wait a minute
Y'all thought I was finished?
Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like a smart phone with the digits, bitch!

Riding 'round with the volume down
With the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to your block
It's the motherfuckin' other way around
My bitch say I'm too wild
She don't even know why she stay around
I get home and I dick her down
Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows
If these bullets was paintballs
I could fuck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I'm pimpin'
The way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out
I bring wine to Amy house
We smoke it out and we drank it out
And talk about these pussy niggas
That ain't about what Wayne about

I'm hangin' out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind
I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime
Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes
We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines
Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry
My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside"
I'm a taxpayer, I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well
Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail
Fed up with the fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package
My white girls say "Yeah, nigga!" My white homies act blackish
Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
Should've been in N.W.A., fuck the police, Five-0 and 12
One time for your mind, bitch, never say "Nevermind," bitch
You a penny short of a dime, bitch, no nonsense
Had a nine since I was nine, bitch
Yeah, born to murder
Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle
Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon
Like, oh, Lord, Humphrey Bogart
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar
For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard




AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch
Sorry 4 The Wait, woo

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics to Lil' Wayne's song Dreams & Nightmares, he talks about his experiences with money and how it has changed the behavior of his friends and loved ones. "I put my shooters on they feet, I just give em' yo address and go to sleep" refers to Wayne's ability to hire assassins and send them out without having to be involved. The money has turned his niggas into monsters, Nazis, and killers. While Wayne's face has been transformed into a stocking. Wayne warns those who might try to cross him, lest he turn their child into a foster or their baby into a hostage. Wayne goes on to describe how the money has turned his bitch into a monster who can manipulate checks and amounts to turn a 0 into a comma. The sugar turned the cocaine to vanilla, and the money has turned the b*tches into hoes, and his n*ggas into foes, including Wayne putting his shooters on their feet without any hesitation.


Wayne goes on to talk about how some people thought he was finished or no longer relevant, but he is quick to remind them that he is still on top. Wayne is going around with the volume down, windows up, but the chopper down too, waiting for someone to come at him so he can retaliate. Wayne likes to talk about his success and how it has allowed him to move his family from the hood to a better place, can afford new shoes, and a bag full of hair, and can sell white in Africa. Wayne is a pimp who enjoys smoking weed and drinking wine with his white friends while talking about "p*ssy n****s that ain't about what Wayne about".


Line by Line Meaning

I put my shooters on they feet
I give orders to my gunmen to kill you


I just give em' yo address and go to sleep
I don't think twice about sending someone to murder you when I'm tired


The money turn my niggas into monsters
My friends become violent and ruthless when they think about getting rich


The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, lord
The drugs we sell made my friends turn into cold-blooded racist murderers


The money turn my face into a stocking
I become greedy and ruthless when I get rich


Don't make me turn yo baby to a hostage, boy
I will kidnap your child and demand a ransom if you try to cross me


Don't make me turn the kid to a foster
I will abandon or harm your child if you make me angry


My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, lord
My girlfriend's sexual favors make me feel powerful and wealthy


Body parts in the duffel, the bullets turn your body to a puzzle
I have murdered and dismembered many people and enjoy making art with their remains


The money turn my bitch into a monster
My girlfriend becomes ruthless and violent when she thinks about getting rich


She know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma, lord
My girlfriend is very good at making money and transforming small amounts into larger sums


The money turn my niggas into killas
My friends become murderers when they get rich


The sugar turned the cocaine to Vanilla
Drugs are often cut with sugar or other substances which can change their appearance, taste, or effects


The money turned the bitches into hoes
Women become promiscuous and derogatory when they think about getting rich


The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord
Money can cause friends to turn against each other and become bitter enemies


I put my shooters on they feet
I order my gunmen to kill you


Give em' yo address and I go out to eat
I don't care about the murders I order and will continue living my life normally afterwards


Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
I was known for selling a lot of cocaine in my old neighborhood and had a lot of enemies


She from the hood, but look like she from overseas
My girlfriend is beautiful and exotic-looking despite growing up in the same neighborhood as me


I say, 'girl, you know I love you and I care for ya'
I use romantic gestures to manipulate and control my girlfriend


I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya'
I buy my girlfriend gifts and shower her with attention to ensure she stays loyal to me


She say, 'fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya'
My girlfriend believes I am superior to other men and trusts me completely


Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious'
We will continue getting rich together and enjoy the money we make


I got a stay at home gun and a travel gun
I own multiple firearms and keep one at home and one on my person at all times


Boy, we can sell white... in Africa
I am willing to sell drugs anywhere in the world to make money


It's like I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit
I am struggling to convey my emotions effectively through rap music


Now I'm drooling on my chain, what happened to Wayne?
I am concerned that my success and wealth have made me lose touch with who I really am


I'm like hold up wait a second, y'all thought I was second?
I am angry that people underestimate my talent and rank me below other rappers


Hating on a champ throwing salt and not confetti
Critics are jealous of my success and try to bring me down with negative remarks


We pull up and we shoot then we park the car and edit
I murder people and then take time to cover up the evidence and avoid getting caught


Watch me pull up with no roof that's cause I walk the dog and pet it
I am so wealthy that I can afford to drive a car without a roof, and I take pride in owning a fancy pet


I'm like hold up wait a minute y'all thought I was finished?
I refuse to let my critics bring me down and am ready to continue succeeding in my career


Shoot you in your head then just walk off like I didn't
I am ruthless and brutal when it comes to killing my enemies


Let my money talk so much put my jawbone outta business
I believe that being rich enables me to say and do whatever I want without consequences


Doing numbers in this bitch I'm like a smart phone with the digits, Bitch!
I am very successful and profitable, like a cell phone with a lot of features and capabilities


Riding round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down
I am always armed and ready to use my firearms if necessary, even when driving around peacefully


Soon as we get to yo block it's the motherfucking other way around
I am very dangerous and unpredictable and can turn the tables on my enemies easily


My bitch say I'm too wild she don't even know why she stay around
Even my girlfriend is frightened by my violent behavior and doesn't understand why she is dating me


I get home and I dick her down now she talking bout' exchange the vows
I use sex to keep my girlfriend loyal to me and she wants to marry me


If these bullets was paint balls I could fuck around and I could paint a house
I am a very skilled shooter and could shoot someone so much that their blood could cover an entire surface like paint


You could tell I pimpin' the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out
I have a strong sense of style and enjoy looking wealthy and powerful


I bring Wine to Amy House we smoke it out and we drank it out, and talk about these pussy niggas that ain't about what Wayne about
I have a lot of money and use it to buy drugs and alcohol and hang out with my friends to talk about people who are not as successful as I am


I'm hanging out a Mulsanne without a brain is outta his mind
I am very rich and successful and can afford to drive a Bentley, but it takes a certain level of insanity to pursue this kind of lifestyle


I pull over I push a button it change like Optimus Prime
I am very wealthy and have a high-tech car with many features and controls


Speaking of change it's a shame how these lames dropping them dimes
It is unfortunate that so many people are willing to betray their friends and get them in trouble with the law


We aim at your grape knock it off now you just Vines
We shoot people in the head and kill them, leaving only remnants of their existence like social media profiles


Blood Gang red rain on these niggas hot if you dry
My gang is very powerful and violent and can take down anyone who gets in our way


My gang top of the line hollering out 'Squad Take it outside!'
My gang is the best and strongest group of people around and we challenge anyone who disagrees with us to fight us outside


I'm a tax payer, I'm a Axe player
I pay my taxes but also commit murder and other crimes to maintain my power and wealth


Getting in through the back wayer
I am very sneaky and use unusual methods to get what I want


Red devil to the blue collared, unenveloped black mail
I am a devilish figure that uses blackmail to get what I want from people who are less powerful than I am


Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my package
I am frustrated with the government and everything associated with it, including shipping services


My white girls say 'Yeah nigga' my white homies act blackish
My white friends and lovers try to act or speak like black people to be 'cool' or accepted by me


Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
I am not a professional athlete because I prefer to make my wealth through crime and other means


Should've been in N.W.A. fuck the police, 5-0 and 12
I have a lot of negative feelings towards the police and anyone who enforces the law because I enjoy breaking the law and getting away with it


One time If you don't mind bitch, never say never mind bitch
I am paranoid and want to control what people say and think around me


You a penny short of a dime, bitch
You are not as valuable or powerful as me, and I see through your attempts to deceive or undermine me


No nonsense, had a nine since, I was nine bitch, yeah
I have been interested in guns and violence since I was a young child and have honed my skills as a murderer over many years


Born to murder bank account on fat bustin' out the girdle
I was destined to become rich and powerful through murder and violence, and my wealth has given me many opportunities to indulge in luxury and extravagance


Tellem boys and nothing sweet it's sauerkraut, ya' heard me?
I work with very tough and ruthless men who are not to be messed with, and don't tolerate any nonsense


They find ya body in New Orleans from Mardi Gras on Bourbon
People who cross me or my associates often end up dead and their bodies are found in public places to send a message to others


Like oh lord! Humphrey Bogart
I am very dramatic and dangerous when I am on a rampage


It's a bird it's a plane, it's a crowbar
I am unpredictable and use unusual methods to get what I want


For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard
I am very powerful and influential in the southern United States and protect my territory like the coast guard


AK-47 spitting flame like a blow torch
I use a deadly firearm to murder my enemies and am very skilled with this weapon




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Dwayne Carter

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Comments from YouTube:

@johhatomii2691

It's not even about him taking people's songs it's just about him doing more songs. Not alot of rappers have been around as much as him

@krisdoolittle5224

He’s the goat.

@johhatomii2691

@Kris Doolittle He's been releasing more and more material year after year and the only thing I want is more lol. I also want him to collab with some artists like more with DJ Paul

@johhatomii2691

Another Eminem feature would be cool too

@mikyesteiger1098

Aye this shit is hard asf fr I don’t think they have enough credit for this

@michealwhite1650

True

@youngtek13

Don’t make me turn the kid into a foster 🔥🔥🔥

@michealparish1683

❤❤❤

@dacarter102607

He liked this song so much he hoped on this track 2 diff times

@user-tx6lh9vz2w

Litsy, tho...

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