Lyrics:
With the bump on the log
Ain't no scrubs over here
I'm a ghetto millionaire
Can you see me in the clear?
I'm a keep on serving 'em like I'm supposed
The G-O-A-T, the one who raised me
My friend since i was 10
200! 2003
I’m old as fuck
I was s'pose to be a millionaire by 21
Dumb FUCK SHIT, should’ve sat down
light an L
Bitch I'm ballin' like Joey Crack once I'm lookin' at the mula imma never go back
Ice on the price red need some meds flow on them clothes
comes to the world
You come to my world
My soul has flowers
Clouds going
Everywhere blossoming
Pink, green, white, yellow, red, blue
My smile is shining
for nine
I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
They found your ass misplaced,
for nine
I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
They found your ass misplaced,
said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
turn-around, in one hour
We back (yeah, ugh)
I turned nothin' into somethin'
I'm my own man (yeah)
Fuck playin' by the rules, got my own plans
(My own plans)
and die.
What do I have to complain about anyway?"
Ed asked his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire!"
This wasn't actually true.
Ed's Picasso was an obvious
insane
Why the world insane
Why the world insane
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back
should listen to this track in my Maybach
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
Uh, it's just different
I know
on probation
Paranoid, pull in the garage, one in the head
I'm on hydroponic nigga, full of bars and that red
I'm in camouflage and I fell in love with this
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
mine, and sway
Look, Ma! I'm svaying!
When the world is dark and gloomy
And you can't face another day
Well then, just bring your arms closer
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I'm grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And I'm sick, bought
yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
K, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, killa, shit
Fuck rap, bustin' like
and send them home,
Pin on my microphone,
By the time they reach my level,
Man I'm already gone,
Come on,
At anyone in general this is not been it,
You
would disappear
you say it's only 'cause you're worried about me
i'm not worried so why should you
you better get another occupation
there's got to be
(I got a thing for you)
Millionaire frames, Perrier rugs
Every day a different chain, nigga, get ya gear up
Name another fat guy fly like me
Get
So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas catchin' cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down
The shits about to go down
Uhh,
girl
What can I say? I don't come here to play
Fuck you to your face, it's a cold world
Tell this DJ not to be brave
Or I'm taking his tables for
[Chorus]
This one is for my brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers
Y'all money lovers, killing one another
Some think the life of a millionaire's
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
shit
and put together a million march plus some gangsta shit
[Tupac]
So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas catchin' cases
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