Street Millionaire

(feat. 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 x2]
 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 x2]