Sad Millionaire

歌詞

*(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)*