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*(phats)*All I know..... is this regime shit.Chorus *(phats, big lurch)*I'm juss a thousandaireBut pretty soon I plan to be a millionairePlaya hatas best beware!*(big lurch)*Don't hate on mineWhen you want that sim to shine!Don't hate on mineWhen you want that sim to shine!Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*Nigga. let's do it.I'm tryin to touch mo' money than bill gatesBut know thatWhen you get the money they will hateThem broads that hang around you wit the ice grill faceBe the broads that lay you and take you to an ill placeWhere the doe at? They know you ballin, cuz you deal weightYou better show that, nigga where the safe is at while you still safeCuz, niggas will take yo lifeProbably rape yo wifeIf they can't say china white, now say goodnight!To the bad guyIn a ski mask guyI been gettin cash guyEver since my dad diedMe and my real boysIn mazda-hasBitches wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya'llIf I wanna ride I cop it, dawgIf I gotta flip one for my chocolate dawgJuss like we shop at the mallDon't knock it ya'llI been ballin since the days of genesisAnd benz's flippedTinted shit, while you just rentin shitPretendin it's, yoursDrivin honda accord's and ford probe'sNiggas flossin them hoesMy name is known across the globeSee me talkin on showsRolex rockin them hoesKnockin on my door lookin fo yo bitch, I put the glock to your nose.*(chorus)* 2xVerse 2 *(phats bossalini)*Blast the blood clotMy niggas makin money non-stopOff the rockAnother hundred to copFiends blisterinAll actionWe g's wit mac-10'sCo-captianBoss was sworen as a coppoTake breadLive like macho, push the throttleJet black seat pushed back in a diabloDie slowMy niggas want it and triffle itHummer shitCover my mic cuz it's pricelessIce thisRolex piece, watch and jeepNiggas lose sleepTrainin my beasts how to feastWhere the broke eatApproach yo block wit gunsCops will comeSpread the bread in lumps sonMy nigga john johnHe had his head on tightHit the pipeNow he tweaked, high as a kiteI used to shed tearsKnew damn deep he didn't careHope and dreams that was all that's there to be a millionaire.*(chorus)* 2xVerse 3 *(phats bossalini)*My niggas rock solidMake the money be the objectFuck a colleaugeI'm off the clock rockin dollasSee usPeep usIt's juss the three of usMe an yuk, plus mad maxx been out to get some.Verse 4 *(yukmouth)*Feed it upSoon as I get upI got to roll a phat spliff upSmoke til it burn my finger tips an lips upDrinkin liquor til I get the hic upsFuck bad bitches then we switch upFuck bad bitches then we switch up.Verse 5 *(phats bossalini)*Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom designNiggas sniffin lines sayin boss committed a crimeI robbed the bomb shelterShipped the goods off the deltaTask asks if phats the man wit no replica.Verse 6 *(yukmouth)*No replicaPut the tech to yaSmiff-n-wesson yaHere's the lesson to be learned, don't test the young hugh heffener4 point 6 snatchin up yo bitchAn when it comes to mics I wreck this shitCollectin chipsDisrespect yo clickI come wit real shitFrom the village oak-townRaised a drug dealer, to be rappin and stars mo townOn the low down, I used to blow brown, but now I blow poundsWent from bein ugly as fuck, to havin hoes nowYou know now.*(chorus til end)*

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