Millionaire Lyrics

Millionaire lyrics

[Juvenile]

 Damn I got platinum on both of my wrists and my pinky

 and my album went platinum too

 Man you know I'm a stunt'

 All these other rappers, look.. *NEW CASH MONEYYYYYYY*

 

 I'm sick of it, niggaz illliterate

 and I need me seven zeroes or somethin legitament

 I done shot at niggaz, and I been shot at

 I done had a whole lotta old folks tellin me stop that

 I'm sorry but them Lexus trucks, I gotta cop that

 Would be even mo' sweeter, if I could drop that

 You see all of them Crystal bottles, I pop that

 and I'm bout to go and find me a new mall to shop at

 

 [B.G.]

 I'm out the heart of the hood

 Niggaz like to bust heads and look good 

 Ride on 20's with TV's leather interior and wood

 Rolexes, at least 10 G's on a necklace

 Pullin up at the club in two Caddy truck stretches

 My click boss nigga, try to follow us get lost nigga

 We'll buy a whole block no matter the cost nigga

 My money long, my dick long, I'm off the chain

 B.G. got it goin on respect the game

 

 Chorus: B.G. (repeat 2X)

 

 Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love

 Get in our path of money and your head get bust

 

 [Baby]

 Nigga I live like an old man, but I'ma young man

 with bout three million dollar worth of cars in my name

 Went to East ?? bought the whole block man

 Got these white folks fucked up by the mouth man

 E'ry type 2000, me and Juvie got 'em

 V8 350 Camaro, Fresh got 'em

 Bought a million dolla Rolex, a nigga doubtin

 Cartier watch for three-hundred and fifty thousand

 A hundered-thousand dollar grill and a nigga smilin

 Matchin platinum ink pens for four thousand

 Bought a hundred-thousand Benz and I'm buckwild with it

 Changin everything from the in and the out in it

 

 [Mannie Fresh]

 How you figure you the nigga, to shut it down?

 What you mad convertible Jag cause I let it down?

 You know who I am, God damn

 You ain't skinniess on yo' 20's; then look here nigga scram

 Now what in the wide wide world of ballin is that?

 Some shit that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome stuck bitch

 Who made that car?  I never seen that on the streets

 We were in the Vibe magazine, Baby got thirty-two gold teeth

 

 Chorus

 

 [Lil' Wayne]

 Now, now, now, now

 I'ma stun'na, reppa, ride around in different hummers

 with a dozen, heffers, fifty-thousand dollar Roley

 with a crusted, bezel, niggaz can't compete with us

 We on another, level, watch us scratch off in the Viper

 with the windows, tinted, automatic start with VCR's

 and TV's, in it, I always go out my pocket

 Never penny, pinchin, that's why I'm dippin my Expedition

 with plenty, women, and they wit it, wit it

 Not to mention, bout my Ninja, with the extension

 What about my condominum wit yo wife in the kitchen

 See I gets lots of attention I'm the youngest, Tymer

 Plus I step into the light wit them humongous, diamonds

 See everybody know I'm Lil' Wayne soilder

 Pull up in the 4 dot 6 Range Rover

 Baby had me drinkin think I got a hangover

 Weezy Weez nigga, Hot Boys, game over

 

 Chorus 2X

 

 [Outro]

 Nigga, it's Cash Money Millionaires

 Fuck with us nigga, your head get bust

 We step in the light, and it and it just be

 bling bling, bling, bling bling

 What?  My nigga B.Geezy

 What?  My nigga, B.eatrice

 Huh, my nigga Mannie Fresh, what?

 My nigga Lil' Weezy, alright then, uh-huh

 My nigga Ju-vey, that motherfuckin Hot Boy

 Nigga, Cash Money takin over this bitch

 and we ain't lettin go yet..

 {*unintelligible over DJ Clue and beat here on out*}