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at the top, the top of the world, me and EJ got y'all phone on repeat
And I'm heating up, eighty proof in my cup, but it's never enough to keep me out
on the log, ain't no scrubs over here
I'mma ghetto millionaire, can you see me in the clear?
I'mma keep on serving 'em like I'm supposed to baby
Cause you
the end of the world and beyond
This cold-world, where it's negative degrees
In the cold, to the point where my blood freeze
You're right by my side, how
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
on another level that why'all ain't been yet
Spend a mill, no sweat, water the line with my wet...
[Chorus:]
This is for the millionaires
Throw
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,
receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire, I guess the season is on
So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all
receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire, I guess the season is on
So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all
and red, we got another dead body
No VC, got a red eye, I'm trapped, I got the feds watchin'
Them birds just took a bath, I'm 'bout to serve this shit
stale
Where they mold that's green
I can see you fit the bill
Of living in a world that come with Plan B
'Cause Plan A only can make another mistake
with some red, red wine
If it's alright by you
I invite you to come on too
Yeah-a, it's Lightning
Whoa, so exciting
Yeah, it's time to shine
Lift it up
you what the deal is
These labels try to make us millionaires
But they ain't feel us if the glass is half empty
I'm coming back to fill it, yeah
You got
on the log, ain't no scrubs over here
I'mma ghetto millionaire, can you see me in the clear?
I'mma keep on serving 'em like I'm supposed to baby
Cause you
now I'm trying to solve them
People live like no tomorrow getting comfortable with death
Got a lot of things to say to this world before my breath
Was
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
the car fuck the shoe (Fuck the shoe, aye)
If they take all the pieces, leave me nothing
I'm going around the block and I'm takin another two (Take another
shit
And put together a million march plus some gangsta shit
[Tupac]
So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas catchin' cases
violence
My voice like sirens
Desiring a couple pyre pits
Throw all you liars in
Think twice
He nice
World surrounded by darkness
We need light
Beat right
knows why’s that
The way I keep it a hunnid they call me mad
I just keep winning though
I'm moving steady yo
Counting my stacks
25 when I'm a millionaire
want to pay
See you on another day
Yeah that's the only way right now
So we should be on the same page by now
Oh oh
They raising flags I see them red
(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
that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
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