Uh, I falls through in a Hummer
Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want none
Partner, I got a rep for leavin' heads swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the booty thumpin, niggas fold up
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life
Eat right, fuck good, and reefer through the pipe
I'm gettin' head all night, and if it's some beef
I'm pumpin' lead on sight until they deceased
I take ya head off right, I live in the Beast
Nigga, where the Feds play sheist
I still floss ice, keep it tight
E'rytime, call me the black Liberace
When I'm playin' mine
That's how I flow
I gotta get mine, partner
Any way it go
Whether it be rappin' or with the fo'-fo'
Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-o
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the dough
Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-o
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the dough
My nigga, I can make a million
Blindfolded with no shows
Usin' no flows, just Arm & Hammer and fo' O's
Gimme low doors and a connect that's never closed
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos
Fuck some mo-mo's
Gimme hundreds from soft chrome
On the Navigator equipped to click and log on
I need that before its gone
'Fore they even bring it home
Matter fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all wrong
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Matchin' leather car seat, in case my son get in
A spare one off in the back in case he brings his friend
Playstation just in case a nigga think he can win
Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-o
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the dough
Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-o
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the dough
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die
I say now, tho yo wrappas off in the air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I'm gettin' stares from dime bitches
Is he alone?
Where's his misses?
One, two, three, four, five bottles of Cris's
On the table, arms that's strong and ripped off the labels
No more shows for free
I'm pay-per-view like cable
They all screamin' my name, different shades and race
Take 'em all backstage and let them plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place
Sound scan like Thrilla without changin' my face
They threw the weak plan B
Says who? (says me)
Then what's plan A? 'Cause plan B a bomb case
Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-o
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the dough
Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-o
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the dough
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die
All my Midwest niggas tryna make a mill
Tho dem wrappas
(And get the dough)
And all my Dirty South niggas tryna make a mill
Tho dem wrappas
(And get the dough)
And all my West Coast niggas tryna make a mill
Tho dem wrappas
(And get the dough)
And all my East Coast niggas tryna make a mill
Tho dem wrappas
(And get the dough)