Birdman - Millionaire Playa's lyrics

(Baby) (T-Mac) 50 ain't sh**, shoot the dice lil' daddy Yeah n***a', 263, Cash Money 50 ain't sh**, shoot the dice lil' daddy That sh** to the d**h on the for-reala' 50 ain't sh**, shoot the dice lil' daddy Playboy, hell of sh**, that sh** gravy 50 ain't sh**........ n***a' Rolex diamond infested n***a', n***a' wa**up (T - Mac) 470 with that 99 black Bentley A seven-figurenaire at 24 with much women My lil' son Lil' T stay j**eled down sh** he even got two broads in the Charlie-Town But peep this out I'm playin' with bigger and better thangs This got that hovercraft the other day, sh** I'm ballin' Playboy you lookin' at my Rollie, sh** you want it I throw five away and buy ten another day Yeah n***a' all these gold and rubies on my teeth I keep my sweetheart on platinum down in the pa**enger seat German cars with Italian suits (humm) Gold buckle on my motherf**in' gator boots Five platinum cards in my gator wallet I keep dem' broads geekin' like some f**in' alcoholics Twenty inches steady flickin', diamonds steady blingin' sh** I'm buying up all kinda' sh** like a mad man I bought my two daughters a Lexus 300 They only six and eight and I buy them a drivers licensee Dom P and Cristal ain't sh** to us Done made my own champagne.. T-Mizy-Rosy-Plus Dem' bezels cost enough for me to f** ten n***as wife See a n***a' took his life cause' T-Mac f**ed his wife n***as call me a home wrecker sh** I tell em' look here boy I'mma reality checker In case these cars and broads and diamonds and sh** ain't real Playboy take me out tomorrow, twenty inch deals Woodgrain and tweeters everywhere sh**, eight 12's in the back to knock out a b**h ear (Baby) (T-Mac) Whats' Happenin' whats happenin', whats hap' Yeah playboy that's how we gon' ride in the Callio n***a 50 ain't sh** shoot the dice lil' daddy I'm rollin' wit' my n***a' B-zy from motherf**in' Cash Mzy (It's all gravy lil' one you know how the game go) Let em' know how we millionaire playas 50 ain't sh** shoot the dice lil' daddy 50 ain't sh** shoot the dice lil' daddy (Baby) Rocks and ki's Benzo and Hum-vees Stack me some g's and keep rollin' on the city streets Totin' heat, in case a n***a' wanna see Is these n***as that I f** with really down for me? Makaveli got my back, with a tool thats an AK Quick to spray and bust a n***a' head any day I hustle on my block so my youngsters don't get popped I buy new cars so my hoes can shop 50 ain't sh** shoot the dice lil' daddy You can't f** with this ridin' in a old Caddy You might find me in a Bentley with twenty inches With TVs, rollin' wit' lil' Brian lil' daddy Look I'm flossin' in my motherf**in' Navigator I stretched that b**h and gave it to my ol' lady Shady these hoes gotta pay Baby f** me, these million dollars done drove these hoes crazy Now if you see my Rollie T-Mac, these hoes gonna say this n***a' Baby done Went stone crazy (Baby) How you love that?, How you love that? (Love to love that) What cho' Rollie look like n***a'? f**, put cho' trigger finger up My Rollie, 30 n***a' embezzled out (Baby) (T-Mac) It's up playboy the can't stand it 50 sittin' on 20 inches playboy 50 ain't sh** shoot the dice lil' daddy Rolex diamond infested 50 ain't sh** shoot the dice lil' daddy sh** they can't stand it brah 263 and Cash Money 50 ain't sh** shoot the dice lil' daddy Done gon' crazy, you know what time it is 50 ain't sh** shoot the dice lil' daddy Brah we done got together and mixed up a cake Mix brah, like cake mix playboy See my lil' man lil' T got forty on his wrist and Another thirty round his neck and that 263 Medallion n***a', it's all gravy playboy I'm down here runnin' around like Futch sh** playboy I drank Perignon with much hoes Say Baby they gotta love that 50 ain't sh**, 50 ain't sh** shoot the dice lil' daddy Shoot the dice lil' daddy How you love that? How you love that? 50 ain't sh**