Comin' Down (feat. Fat Pat & MJG) - DJ Zone

Ghetto dreams baby That's what we talking bout. () Ghetto dreams, diamond rings Money hoes and clothes and all those, fancy things (Fat Pat) Money hoes, fancy clothes Heavy in the game, so I'm hot as cold For paper, wake me up I think I'm dreaming Back in the game, I thought I'd never have these things Bitches want a ring, Rolls and plenty green Black lacquer screens, three story dreams House on a hill, fantasies are built Private jet sip Moet, Sacci set now a Vette Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway Yellow bone on my side, sitting sideways Independent women, should I say franchise Right before your eyes, I'm going nationwide Baguettes in my mouth, smoked like a cloud Make my mama proud, cause ain't no holding out On my dreams, yeah I'm gon get it Win it like the Lotto, dressed in Amavado Alligator shoe, when I smash on the throttle Angry super model, paparazzi follow Money hoes and clothes, it make my head hollow I'm drinking out the bottle, to ride on my sorrow A better day tomorrow, is all I wish for A millionaire dream, plus a whole lot more The country I'll explore, navigator System guides my way, for the lyrical AK (- 2x) (Fat Pat) Stacks to be made, in the world gon get it Opportunities come, a mile a minute From start to finish, have big dreams baby Coming down Mercedes, everybody's angry Rapper or emcee, whatever you wanna call it Credit cards or cash, we balling in the mall and Hauling, three T.V.'s in my load Marble on my dash, got wood on my do's Who knows, what the world unfold as it go Round and round, I'ma keep putting it down Endo pounds, getting sent from out of town Me and my partna, in the kitchen breaking chickens down Making plastic fried, whoa look at me now I'm shining like the sun, Rolex dimaonds Here I come here I come, top down in my Bentley All my enemies looking, but come on get me (- 2x) (Fat Pat) This just the beginning, of a next episode The game unfold, down a 24 karat road To success, no settling for less Strive to be the best, if I'm broke I can't rest Mind full of stress, so I break for my dream Like I'm running a marathon, and capalon hustle for me And my son, my job is never done It's like I'm one on one, me against the world And it's hard to hold on, but I keep a tight grip Write another song, drop it like it's hot no time to prolong Get out the hood, was something like a dream Whoever thought, Fat Pat would rap sing Have all these things, I'll be just like a king In your face one more time, just to let you know Coming up is impossible, if you don't hustle Trust no info, coming from the back Cause haters come in all size and forms, and that's a fact When I was growing up, I never got no slack No handouts for Pat, had to grind for it black I let my nuts hang in the game, pumped hard for it mayn When it sleets no rain, I wanted big thangs Plus a whole lot of what, pocket change Don't knock Pat, coming down the boulevard true Fantasies and dreams, I just came through (- 4x)

(Fat Pat) Welcome to the land, where it just don't stop Trunks pop tops drop, and the front end hop Paint flop screens on, acting bad in the song Yeah it's on riding chrome, balling at my home Texas plates don't hate, showing up in the state Can't wait get it straight, while the front end break Paid the cost to be the boss, looking good when I floss Sunshine let it down, turn it up and clown Roll around hit your block, trunk going on knock Let it up let it pop, light up the whole block Southside how we hold, on a gangsta stroll Music hitting so hard, knocking Nawfside hoes Hit the highway hooting, dro go on let it roll Po' up the drank fire it up, make sho' the windows closed On chrome high side, throwing up the Southside Giving Nigga dap coming down, wrecking the slab (Hook - 2x) Trunks keep popping Tops keep dropping down in Houston Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop (Fat Pat) Now what's up H-Town, cause we know that they feel us Three wheeler 4 peeler, acting bad for scrilla Swisha burna bouncing turner, sitting low on 4's I'm pulling through the lot, slamming do's on buttons And I'ma slide slide, slippidy slide Pop trunk let it down, show up in my ride Roll out the red carpet, never buy it from punks Valet piece and chain, starched and my chain Hit the club showing love, tip the dancer a dub Got killa in the club, for after the club One more time for they mind, I'ma gon put it down It's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got's to clown I just wanna drop it, aaaa-aall night long Yeah, yeeeeah, I just wanna drop it All night long yeah, drop it, drop it, drop it (Hook - 2x) (Fat Pat) And you laced on the game, that cost a fee Bouncing on the track, with P-A-T Now they see how it be, I'm just a G Cocked up on three, blowing on a whole tree See me in the drop, crawling down on boys Right behind him is the Lincoln, my favorite toy Candy red with the screens, and I'm riding on cream Mean mugs triple beams, make reality a dream Sipping lean sticky green, make em cloud the whole scene Europeans what the deal, making all haters chill While I show my naked skills, gripping wood grain grills Running lights shining bright, floating smooth as a kite Trunk cracked Fat Pat, breaking all haters hats Where they at where they at, 'fore I pull out my gat Looking good it's understood, flossing for my hood Taking pride in my ride, like every playa should (Hook - 4x) Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop - 3x