Lyrics:
us up Millionaire's Estate we stay gone
Wifey wanna wifey baby you gone be the one
Lets go
Oh wait hold up
Taint my soda
I like pyrotechnics in my rum
I'm just standing there by her side
Enjoyed the night with the new bride
When her pretty friend from the south came up
We went with Pam's husband
Turn me up
Turn me up
Aye
Aye
Went from rags to riches
Now we got bags and bitches
Came up from the bottom
I was trapped in them trenches
Big sticks
ain't know I still had this did why'all-haha
[Chorus - Paul Wall]
I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign
a lot of watered down rappers
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
part
But she'll do it for some chrome heart
Yeah I am in the mall paul blart
I'm a sugardaddy bitch please
Cum in her ass this just the start
(be a good
on wheels, you can tell that I'm so real
Cause I come through with the beard
You think it's weird
But it's all clear by the whole show
The AMC, check it out,
think I see
But I think I see the outlaw the one they call the Brute
Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit
The Brute came to a standstill ashamed
confidence, I put it back down
We the dopest pair in the industry, how does that sound?
We young thousand, but really future millionaires
Got fire in my eyes
the necklace (ice)
Paramount diamonds, just exquisite suggestion
Remy bust down, you can tell by the settin'
It's a high limit room, I see you bettin' by
check
You need to worry bout ya bitch
Went up to Neiman's I met up with Paul
I be shopping might be right back up here tomorrow
I spent $4K on a jacket
this out)
[Verse: P. Diddy]
Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I
the life that they all say
That v12 have me slide on the jakes
They was looking but went off the wrong way
Had to go take the millionaire route
Had to get up
'm the shit
But not like this up in this bitch
A T-L-A-N T-A, nigga, I can do this all day
You know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Polo down to my socks,
bitches set niggas up, huh bro
Why niggas don't give a fuck
I wear the mud among Fiend and Magic, it's tragic how it went down
TRU tank dogs
'm Keading multiple doughes
When the breads all baked they'll try take it but That's how it goes
Wish I could be a millionaire and no one knows
But no matter
I was mindin' my own business down on Deep Elum Street
The sun was comin' up and the birds was singin' sweet
When a car come around the corner,
called Kris
That's KRS but nah it's Kanye West
And every time I spit the rhymes
Uh straight off the flesh
I could bring it down to the
Bone straight from
This nigga tryna spit game but he got No hoes
First whip I copped me was a Honda Came with 4 doors
She got like 5 bitches, by my lonely Called up 4
round
Didn't know shit then but I'm learnin' now
Didn't know shit then but I'm learnin'
Came to far to turn back now
Smoke too good to turn that down
The sinking of USS Maine
Was blamed on Spain
V5
Off to Cuba we went,
The men and I were sent
To President William McKinley
Our military service we lent
V6
Won't speak on no business yea
Tryna get me a m I run up da bag
We goin up
We goin up
Live by the codes I won't speak on no business
Bitch left me down I
You cannot judge I am myself
I ain't really get no help
I came up just by myself
When you down you by yourself
Out the mud just by myself
I came so
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