Esg And Slim Thug Street Millionaire Lyrics

Street Millionaire Lyrics

f/ Lil' O



(*talking*)

Boss Hogg Outlaws, street millionaires

You know we getting this street money, shit

Whether it's weed, ki's or c.d.s

Trying to get it with the M-O's

Now Slim hit em where it hurt (ha)



[Slim Thug]

The trunk open boppers scoping, but don't watch me

I'm shotgun with Sleepy, watching eight TV's

Right behind that Chi-Town, and we headed to Cali

Popping candy blue do's, on a thoed Denali

Riding like we in a rally, candy coats crawl spokes

Live like rich white folks, and float million dolla boats

I spend six hundred c-notes, to decorate my throat

And got a mansion house snow, with the dope to smoke

Whole lifetime from being broke, my grand kids gon ball

I bought a car by the bar, and still knock down the mall

A young Hogg is what I'm called, when I step in the place

Cause when I step up in the place, my diamonds up in your face

Staying on a paper chase, so I'm shaking the leaves

I proceed to block bleed, cause getting green is what I need

The Re-Rolex Times, and sip the moet wine

Boss Hogg boys blind, when it's time to shine ha



[Hook - 2x]

We read Rolex Times, and sip the moet wine

Not a Cash Money brother, but I know how to shine

Start up my rhymes, and now my diamonds glare

I'm a self made, full paid street millionaire



[Lil' O]

I ain't never been a roach, on a leash or side kick

Like these other bitch niggaz that's broke, and ride dick

How the fuck you boys only sell dope, to buy kicks

No wonder how I glow, and hop out the fly six

I'm a street millionaire, cause I mash the gas

And watch you other boys flash, how I stash my cash

I'm known for wrecking boys face, mash they ass in half

When I pull up in the drop top, Jag on glass

I'm on my note, princess cuts on my throat

Plus you can tell by the soft mink, on my coat

And watch you boys on the block, I'm on the boat

Getting head from a red, that give the longest strokes

I keeps it real, I'm all about eating meals

I don't hang with nan nigga, that ain't seeking mills

Till he's on the pay roll, and they keep a steal

I make a call, boys getting hit with heat then chill, for real



[Hook]



[E.S.G.]

Now we balling in the Bentley, big bodies and Benzes

The way my twenties spin, they go clean to the dentist

'Fore my son turn one, I hang with 2001's

Eddie Bauer car seats, so me and him can have fun

Talking stocks and bonds, public seeing my dones

Super charged Impala, pop my collar like the Fonz'

Ten karats on my teeth, then the karats on my charm

Add the karats on my arm, that's more than a rabbit farm

I got Phat Farm, but I don't need a outfit

Talking bout the Texas rent, cost two point six

Street rich four point six, Range Rover for winter

In the summer catch me gunning, platinum leather on the list

Chrome on Bentley and the Benz, sick my light on the mirror

For the wife birthday, two thousand at the galleria

If my diamonds were more clear, I'd line the palaya

Now it's time to thank us, for buying Texas a stadium



[Hook - 2x]