Millionaire

Album cover art for "Millionaire" by DJ Clue & Big Tymers

DJ Clue & Big Tymers - Rap, Bounce

Millionaire

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Duration: 3:58

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[Intro: 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 Money!) [Verse 1: Juvenile] I'm sick of it, niggas illiterate And I need me seven zeroes or somethin' legitimate I done shot at niggas, 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 [Verse 2: B.G.] I'm out the heart of the hood Niggas like to bust heads and look good Ride on 20's with TV's leather interior and wood Rolexes, at least ten 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.] Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love Get in our path of money and your head get bust Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love Get in our path of money and your head get bust [Verse 3: Birdman] Nigga I live like an old man, but I'ma young man With bout three million dollars worth of cars in my name Went to East over, brought 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 dollar 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 buck-wild with it Changin everything from the in and the out in it [Verse 4: 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: B.G. & Lil Wayne] Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love Get in our path of money and your head get bust Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love Get in our path of money and your head get bust (Look, look, look, look) [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] I'ma stun'na, reppa, ride around in different hummers With a dozen heffers, fifty-thousand dollar Roley With a crusted bezel, niggas can't compete with us We on another, level, watch us skrrt 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 condominium 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 soldier Pull up in the 4.6 Range Rover Baby had me drinkin' think I got a hangover Weezy Wheez' nigga, Hot Boys, game over [Chorus: B.G.] Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love Get in our path of money and your head get bust Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love Get in our path of money and your head get bust Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love Get in our path of money and your head get bust Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love Get in our path of money and your head get bust [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, Beatrice 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*

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Credits

Writers
  • B.G.
  • Turk
  • Juvenile
  • Lil Wayne
  • Mannie Fresh
  • Birdman