Sad Millionare Lyrics

Sad Millionare

Phats)*  

  

 All I know..... is this Regime shit.  

  

 Chorus *(Phats, Big Lurch)*  

  

 I'm juss a thousandaire  

 but pretty soon I plan to be a millionaire  

 playa hatas best beware!  

  

 *(Big Lurch)*  

  

 Don't hate on mine  

 when you want that sim to shine!  

 Don't hate on mine  

 when you want that sim to shine!  

  

 Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*  

  

 Nigga. Let's do it.  

 I'm tryin to touch mo' money than Bill Gates  

 but know that  

 when you get the money they will hate  

 them broads that hang around you wit the ice grill face  

 be the broads that lay you and take you to an ill place  

 Where the doe at?  

 They know you ballin, cuz you deal weight  

 you better show that, nigga where the safe is at while you still safe  

 cuz, niggas will take yo life  

 probably rape yo wife  

 if they can't say China white, now say goodnight!  

 To the bad guy  

 in a ski mask guy  

 I been gettin cash guy  

 ever since my dad died  

 me and my real boys  

 in Mazda-has  

 bitches wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya'll  

 if I wanna ride I cop it, dawg  

 if I gotta flip one for my chocolate dawg  

 juss like we shop at the mall  

 don't knock it ya'll  

 I been ballin since the days of Genesis  

 and Benz's flipped  

 tinted shit, while you just rentin shit  

 pretendin it's, yours  

 drivin Honda Accord's and Ford Probe's  

 niggas flossin them hoes  

 my name is known across the globe  

 see me talkin on shows  

 Rolex rockin them hoes  

 knockin on my door lookin fo yo bitch, I put the glock to your nose.  

  

 *(Chorus)* 2x  

  

 Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)*  

  

 Blast the blood clot  

 my niggas makin money non-stop  

 off the rock  

 another hundred to cop  

 fiends blisterin  

 all action  

 we G's wit Mac-10's  

 co-captian  

 Boss was sworen as a coppo  

 take bread  

 live like Macho, push the throttle  

 jet black seat pushed back in a Diablo  

 die slow  

 my niggas want it and triffle it  

 Hummer shit  

 cover my mic cuz it's priceless  

 ice this  

 Rolex piece, watch and Jeep  

 niggas lose sleep  

 trainin my beasts how to feast  

 where the broke eat  

 approach yo block wit guns  

 cops will come  

 spread the bread in lumps son  

 my nigga John John  

 he had his head on tight  

 hit the pipe  

 now he tweaked, high as a kite  

 I used to shed tears  

 knew damn deep he didn't care  

 hope and dreams that was all that's there to be a millionaire.  

  

 *(Chorus)* 2x  

  

 Verse 3 *(Phats Bossalini)*  

  

 My niggas rock solid  

 make the money be the object  

 fuck a colleauge  

 I'm off the clock rockin dollas  

 see us  

 peep us  

 it's juss the three of us  

 me an Yuk, plus Mad Maxx been out to get some.  

  

 Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*  

  

 Feed it up  

 soon as I get up  

 I got to roll a phat spliff up  

 smoke til it burn my finger tips an lips up  

 drinkin liquor til I get the hic ups  

 fuck bad bitches then we switch up  

 fuck bad bitches then we switch up.  

  

 Verse 5 *(Phats Bossalini)*  

  

 Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design  

 niggas sniffin lines sayin Boss committed a crime  

 I robbed the bomb shelter  

 shipped the goods off the delta  

 task asks if Phats the man wit no replica.  

  

 Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*  

  

 No replica  

 put the tech to ya  

 Smiff-N-Wesson ya  

 here's the lesson to be learned, don't test the young Hugh Heffener  

 4 point 6 snatchin up yo bitch  

 an when it comes to mics I wreck this shit  

 collectin chips  

 disrespect yo click  

 I come wit real shit  

 from the Village Oak-Town  

 raised a drug dealer, to be rappin and stars Mo Town  

 on the low down, I used to blow brown, but now I blow pounds  

 went from bein ugly as fuck, to havin hoes now  

 you know now.  

  

 *(Chorus til end