I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking ‘rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I’m sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking ‘rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I’m sorry
Hard times, 4 niggas, 89s
It’s going down at 10, hope we make it home, Amen
Riding with the package, open jackers and ’em crackers
Everything complain hoe, family don’t attack us
Everyone’s a suspect, raised with some backstabbers
Stab you in your back, find they bag you for a set
Tony Romo with the 9, out in Dallas, running laps
Hail Mary to LA, baby I can bring you bag
Hood B, Beyoncé, somebody stop me
2 Rollies, 3 APs, watch me
I just wanna pull up with my niggas in the fucking ‘rari
Told my mom, the grind pays so I’m rich regardless
As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking ‘rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I’m sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking ‘rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I’m sorry
Tell my mom I’m sorry, told my pops I’m thugging
Red ‘rari flexing and I’m round with my young’ns
Somebody bring the wrappers cause we just got the plug in
Somebody go and grab the Sprite so I can mix the mud in
Out in public thugging, 20 bricks in traffic
Sipping lean, on my phone, counting money backwards
Coulda went to college but I said, “Fuck the master”
Ask me why I do this nigga cause the money faster
As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking ‘rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I’m sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking ‘rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I’m sorry
Chasing Ambitions and Fast Cars
“Big Dreams” by Chris Brown is a raw and reflective track exploring the pursuit of success against all odds. The lyrics paint vivid imagery of luxury cars and street life, underlining the tension between societal expectations and personal desires. Brown narrates a journey marked by youthful ambition, familial friction, and the seductive allure of material wealth. The repeated references to Lamborghinis and Ferraris symbolize not just affluence but the freedom and recognition the artist craves, while the confessions to his parents reveal a vulnerable side, acknowledging the sacrifices made in pursuit of these dreams.
Between Regret and Realization
Throughout the song, Brown contrasts paths not taken—like going to college—with the reality of hustling on the streets. The raw honesty in the lyrics highlights the complexities of growing up in challenging environments, where quick money often trumps traditional success. The mention of friends, struggles, and survival tactics adds depth, making “Big Dreams” more than just an anthem of ambition, but a testament to resilience and authenticity.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Songwriters: Chris Brown