A Pimp's Dream

Is this is a dream?

Is my car this mean?

Am I imagining things?

Diamond in the back

Of my Cadillac

If this ain't a fact, oh no

(Don't wake me, oh no)

Who's this girl?

And who's this girl?

Together like plural, oh no

Oh no

Say you wanna ride with this super fly (Fly)

How can I decline? I can't, no way

If this is dreaming, I don't want to be

In reality, no, I don't, no, no

I must be high on someone's supply

'Cause my mind is trippin'

Or am I pimpin'

La-la-la-la-la-la (La la la)

Goes my system in my car

If my dame is only you

I don't want your daily love

This is pimpin' livin'

These diamond rings

And platinum things

I can't complain, can I?

Where's my Armani suit?

And, where's my gator boots?

My girls used to call me cute

But (Where's my girlfriend?), I don't know

It was just a dream, and

I ain't got a thing

And my chain don't swing, no, it don't

I ain't got no girl

My fade don't blend, I

I got fifty cents

With no residence, ay

But I'm still pimpin'