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boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
What kinda nigga that'll go and score 
a 98 a 99 off the show room floor? 

What...what kinda nigga young sitting on chrome 
got 3 or 4 million
Hot Boy creeps - when it's dark, we spark
Just bought a new car, and I spent about a million
The motherfuckin' driver seat sittin' in the middle
Me
(Lil' Wayne)
Say Juvenile, in my section they be killing
All day glocks be drilling
You won't catch nobody chilling
Cause we trying to make a million
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
What kinda nigga that'll go and score 
a 98 a 99 off the show room floor? 

What...what kinda nigga young sitting on chrome 
got 3 or 4 million
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot

Verse 1: Juvenile

Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take
a million miles an hour
A million miles an hour

When shadows all start breaking free
No longer held by gravity
How did we get so far from the ground?
I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show
I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so
Go for what you feel and deal wit this
'Cause I
Your answer seems
A million miles away
The things you do
Just have one meaning
There's no use trying to pretend
Oh darling, what I would give
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
cracked up to be
And I can't say I blame you
For throwing the towel in or buying more fame
by cashing your chips in
But with all of your talent, and so
facts
Who's wild sayin things like some juvenile

Remember 2 million black folks in the penile
Got a world of whitefolks
Thinkin its style

Think I
niggas better slow down
'Cause you can be touched

I live life High Speed 
Moving a million miles per hour
Towards my destiny
Making decisions
n****s better slow down
'Cause you can be touched

I live life High Speed 
Moving a million miles per hour
Towards my destiny
Making decisions
a million
That's no lie
My one in million
Needs no disguise

If I put my faith in you
Put everything in place for you
Have it all replaced by you
I
night stand
Formula music, girly guile
Genuine junk food for juveniles
Up and down the dial
Mercenary style

I watched the stars chuck down their
I'm walking like a million,
With my hat on the side of my head.

What's this thing that I've found
Through the days that I've clowned?
Is it you
Spiv: I was born a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile.
I am a product of mass produced factory fodder,
Streets full
Verse 3: (Juvenile & B.G.) 

Broads I use to fuck with be try'n to get me killed now 

Now I gotta carry that thing on the battlefield now 

I could
the sky
'Cause I only have eyes for you

I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by

But
[Juvenile]
I'm a T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a b**** leave me, I'm a take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya
Yellow Lambo in the driveway

A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway
Frank Sinatra on my Sonos
Loud as fuck, I did it my way
A million sold before
you a million thoughts from my mind
Don't judge my love by ones you'd known before me
Please darling leave their memories behind
Just give my love