DAYDREAMIN’

1
Once upon a time not so long ago
My daddy hit my mummy so a baller got born
I started growin up and [bad word] so cute
That every now and then they called me baby-boo
for my bein’ [bad word] cool wit my swagger so real
people I was messin wit were hatin on me
but I never gave a [bad word] I was doing my thang
Poppin my collar every single day
Wit my mind on my flow and few braids in my head
I was daydreamin hard about breakin some bread
Smashin up clubs and rockin fresh clothes
Bout shevy lo-lo and a house full o’ hoes
But they told me “kid u betta chill out
It ain’t nuttin but a hobby, u won’t put it dat far”
But try to guess what dawg I still so sure
Already got a bit and lookin fo some more
y’all betta tiptoe out tha door
or lay low on da floor cuz Baller Boy gon spit a hook on y’all hoes
 [bad word] I’m rockin and bumpin I’m so fresh and funky
daydreamin on dis one bout sippin on Crystal
and then on some Whisky till I get a bit tipsy

I’m rockin and bumpin I’m so fresh and funky
daydreamin on dis one bout a jet and a penthouse
ridin dirty in a whip, rollin down my windows

I’m rockin and bumpin I’m so fresh and funky
daydreamin on dis one like I’m always on some
nike air force one I keep on some
but need some mo stuff
so I’m… daydreamin ah, I’m daydreamin (3X)
daydreamin on dis one

2
One 4 da hustle two for da flow
3 to get started time to get some dough
Young Baller in da crib and I’m just daydreamin
Bout stackin my paper str8 up to da ceiling
Bout a villa on hills wit a splendid view
Bout cars matchin’ shoes and a jet 4 two
Bout sittin on leather and grippin on wood
Wit some chrome on rims ridin thro yo hood
Cuz I’m a [bad word] baller and I gotta get mine
Cuz I feel I’m in dis [bad word] as long as I’m alive
When I fall up to da club u betta show me love
And gimme a fee to make me rock it up
Young B-A-double L-And dat’s str8 da way you gotta spell my name
Cuz if u try to hate u’ll see a tool red-beamin’
Young Baller in da house and I’m just daydreamin
on dis one… wit no intentions to diss one
so don’t make me load my pistol.. ha-ha

3
I’m daydreamin hard about platinum plaques
Bout sold-out shows and stars on my tracks
Bout Gucci in my closet and stacks on deck
And ice in my mouth on my wrist and my neck
Bout hittin top charts and bein awarded
MTV, BET what else can be more wanted?
Bout walkin down tha carpet in a silk pimp suit
And smiling to yo fans takin pics at u
And hoppin in a limo and grabbin a drink
And goin anywhere without givin a thang
I want so much stuff dat it’s hard to believe it
I want dis and dat I want it all to be given
And I’m ready to ball till tha moment I fall
Wit my name so known and my pockets so swollen
I need tha world to be mine and everything in it
Young Baller on da grind and I’m just daydreamin
on dis one… I wanna get it all in a month or within one
I ran outta cheese so I really need some

(outro)
it’s ya boy Young Baller on da track
I’m just sippin on my drink enjoyin a spare minute u know I’m sayin.. this song is dedicated to all the ballers out there ballin wit a dream.
wit their money on their minds and their minds on their money
and like my man Snoop Dogg says it ain’t nuttin to it but to do it
so I’m in it to win it and I stay independent and I’m hustling and pimpin
it’s ya boy Young Baller and I’m daydreamin on dis one…