Sad Millionaire

(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)