Dreams

[Intro: Wyclef Jean, (WavieboiD)] (New everything, me have me new money Me have me new dividends Me new mutual fund Me new stocks Me new bank account And bare no tings round here) Straight from the parishes of Haiti To Brooklyn, New Jersey Who would have thought we would have landed in Dubai (Chaa) [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] Back from Abu Dhabi From the camel to Ferrari The only thing you can't be Is what you can't dream Back from the grand priest Riding camels and Ferraris You see the only thing you can't be What you can't be [Verse 1: T-Baby] We picked up the hundreds and fifties We ran through the bandos as kids But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft To take care of my niggas that's with me Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys To show all the gangs in the trenches That we gone get richer and richer So we try and get richer and richer [Verse 2: Wyclef Jean] Cause I came in just like you Raised in the projects just like you Mama was on welfare just like you I even robbed a store once just like you My house was kinda rough just like you So I fought for myself boy just like you I even bought a gun man, just like you Shot it off a few times (Rrrah) just like you My people in a gang man, just like you They were murdered in Flatbush Avenue Revenge on my mind man, just like you But preparing on doing your mom in too More money more problems man, just like you Yeah, flesh and blood man, just like you Good days, bad days, girl we will pull through I ran for president, so can you [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] Back from Abu Dhabi From the camel to Ferrari The only thing you can't be Is what you can't dream Back from the grand priest Riding camels and Ferraris You see the only thing you can't be What you can't be [Verse 4: T-Baby] We picked up the hundreds and fifties We ran through the bandos as kids But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft To take care of my niggas that's with me Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys To show all the gangs in the trenches That we gone get richer and richer So we try and get richer and richer I put it on for the crib, showing the wave what it is I just got off of the flight, I just got back from Dubai Nigga I like it I bite (whoa) I made a way out the way I'm putting money away, when they get clouds on your rains They talk about making it rain, I'm talking about trips to the bay Everybody love you til they hate you Acting like they love you but they hate you I can see them talking in the rearview Engine revving I can't even hear you We picked up the hundreds and fifties We ran through the bandos as kids But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft To take care of my niggas that's with me Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys To show all the gangs in the trenches That we gone get richer and richer So we try and get richer and richer Mama told me when I hit the streets the shit won't get easy But they need me to feed them pasta like Luigi Couple gs in my pocket, flexxing like I ate my wheeties All night same clothes I needed all night creeping I needed white grannies just like you White couch, marble floors just like you [?] just like you Send my young boys home with the Tonton Macoute We come with the low choppers still in the basement Ain't never made it out, ain't never fake it Just trying to be on the list with the greatest I love you, you understand big homie? You made it We picked up the hundreds and fifties We ran through the bandos as kids But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft To take care of my niggas that's with me Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys To show all the gangs in the trenches That we gone get richer and richer So we try and get richer and richer