Luniz - $ad Millionaire Lyrics
Can I do my thang??*(Yukmouth)*Speak on it.*(Brownstone)*Oh, oh, ohhh.Oh, oh, ohh, hey.Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*Uh.Niggaz be havin the mutha *****in blues,like 5-0-5'sI won't lie,homicide,gram will cry,pray for me that I won't die,suicide,I won't try,bullets fly,drive-by,don't let it slide, do or die,you an I, slide by,catch them niggaz off my side,wit nothin to hide body die rot,on they porch,when I expectin some sort of drive-by,type retaliation,under styles I lace, MOBBulation,lets begin breakin down the situation,when, the end of our frustration,so while we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,the cops is waitin to umm,accelerate on yo vehicle,run down yo vehicle,even if they have to gun down yo vehicle,nigga, up in these high-speedaz,police they be the Rosco Bico train,swervin in an outta lanes,runnin from O-H-A,what they throw away,eh, though, eh, way,pistol,every mutha *****a wanna peep.Chorus x2 *(Brownstone & Yukmouth)*Millionaire!Dreams of big millions play.Ever seen a sad millionaire?I thought that money make us happy.Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*What if I was a millionaire,huh,a major playa on the block,that a mac daddy, drivin a black Caddy couldn't stop,hella strap happy,cuz niggaz slangin all my rocks,point yo gats at me,I don't know where uzis to yo knot,fo *****in wit the big shot,I was juss flat droppin g bannos on the ground,be down,that's one of my shit, an get shot,only the baddest *****es jock,get chosen,global shouts,for *****es out there who be voguin,on the collar of poppa,brand new hundred dolla billz, an a choppa,where niggaz strapped fo real, like Chubacca,who got the gonga,cuz I be high like phone doctor,spark on vodka,eatin lobster, bumpin Frank Sinatra,Smoke-A-Lot be the MOBBsta, who shot ya,like Vinny Blanca,come back in the end juss to haunt ya,plus I twist a Benz like Big Poppa,what's the big proper use,go get yo bread an do what ya gots to be a,millionaire playa.Chorus x2Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*Uh.You niggaz juss created a monsta,***** a type, I smoke gonga,in the Bahammas,*****in yo baby mama,doggystyle (whoo,wee!)two wow, you wow,doubt man,who wow "Bout it, Bout it",niggaz be claimin they be the Ice Cream Man,but I doubt it, doubt it,be rowdy,hit the paper chasin clout it,sky up out the ugly four day la-la-by yo Cuttie like a ballot,smokin blunts, an crunchin weed, sex,fresh outta drug rehabs,spend two g's at every function I be at,believe that, *****!!Ya mind is Smoke-A-Lot,grab *****es by the throat-a-lot,that's what ya told the cops,I hold the glock,aim it an fire,retire another nigga,nameless,game is fo hire,desire chariots fire,light as I'm a tuck her,we're so called "potnaz", ***** 'em,an dust em off wit a choppa, I can't rush 'em,gotta bust 'em,too skinny I can't trust 'em,an when the mutha *****az got meal tickets you might have to love 'em,an that's fo real.Nigga.Chorus x5*(Yukmouth talking during chorus)*Have all this *****in money, an still ain't happy. Nigga, still gotproblems wit stress, mutha *****az juss think you got it made, they tryto rob you an shit, yo own potnaz in the hood juss wanna love you. *****money, I wish I didn't have it, cuz when I didn't have it it was allgood, niggaz loved me when I was juss drinkin brew an shit at the store.Now ya got money everybody wanna kill me, nigga, ya own relatives wannado you, skanless boy, this is Nine Skrillion, make a million bucks.Millionaire
