Can i do my thang??
*(yukmouth)*
Speak on it.
*(brownstone)*
Oh, oh, ohhh.
Oh, oh, ohh, hey.
Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*
Uh.
n***az be havin the mutha f**in blues,
Like 5-0-5's
I 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 n***az 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,
n***a, 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 f**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 n***az slangin all my rocks,
Point yo gats at me,
I don't know where uzis to yo knot,
Fo f**in wit the big shot,
I was juss flat droppin g bannos on the ground,
Be down,
That's one of my sh**, an get shot,
Only the baddest b**hes jock,
Get chosen,
Global shouts,
For b**hes out there who be voguin,
On the collar of poppa,
Brand new hundred dolla billz, an a choppa,
Where n***az 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 x2
Verse 3 *(yukmouth)*
Uh.
You n***az juss created a monsta,
f** a type, i smoke gonga,
In the bahammas,
f**in yo baby mama,
Doggystyle (whoo,wee!)
Two wow, you wow,
Doubt man,
Who wow "bout it, bout it",
n***az 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, s**,
Fresh outta drug rehabs,
Spend two g's at every function i be at,
Believe that, b**h!!
Ya mind is smoke-a-lot,
Grab b**hes by the throat-a-lot,
That's what ya told the cops,
I hold the glock,
Aim it an fire,
Retire another n***a,
Nameless,
Game is fo hire,
Desire chariots fire,
Light as i'm a tuck her,
We're so called "potnaz", f** '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 f**az got meal tickets you might have to love 'em,
An that's fo real.
n***a.
Chorus x5
*(yukmouth talking during chorus)*
Have all this f**in money, an still ain't happy. n***a, still got
Problems wit stress, mutha f**az juss think you got it made, they try
To rob you an sh**, yo own potnaz in the hood juss wanna love you. f**
Money, i wish i didn't have it, cuz when i didn't have it it was all
Good, n***az loved me when i was juss drinkin brew an sh** at the store.
Now ya got money everybody wanna k** me, n***a, ya own relatives wanna
Do you, skanless boy, this is nine skrillion, make a million bucks.
Millionaire.