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!
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 I'll 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
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).
2 (Phats *Bossalini) Blast*
the blood clot My
niggas makin money non-stop Off
the rock Another
hundred to cop Fiends
G's wit Mac-10's Co-captian
was sworen as a coppo Take
like Macho push, the throttle Jet
black seat pushed back in a Diablo Die
niggas want it and triffle it Hummer
my mic cuz it's priceless Ice
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 she'd tears Knew
damn deep he didn't care Hope
and dreams that was all that's there to be a millionaire (Chorus).
3 (Phats *Bossalini) My*
niggas rock solid Make
the money be the object Fuck
a colleauge I'm
off the clock rockin dollas See
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*
the tech to ya Smiff-N-Wesson
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
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.
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