Dreams Birdman & Juvenile (Ft. NLE Choppa)

[Intro: Juvenile]
Oh, mmh, mmh, hey
D-Roc

[Chorus: Juvenile]
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let the shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let the shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams (Oh)
I can't believe this really happened, it was just dreams (Yeah)

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
I remember I was young with them hoop dreams
I remember hittin' licks when I was 15
Now I'm on the road, catchin' flights at 16
Now a nigga gettin' money, what the fuck you mean?
(What the fuck you mean?)
Used to walk to school, now I hop out a Sprinter
I got that heater on me, in the fall, in the winter
I'm the king of the jungle, got me feelin' like I'm Simba
Chopper make 'em get low like a nigga doin' limbo
Remember rainy days and stormy nights
Now I'm gettin' paid, I'm shining like a light
My diamonds lemonade with a lot of ice
And if that bitch play with me, he gon' pay that price