Mannie Fresh - Millionaire lyrics

[Juvenile] Damn I got platinum on both of my wrists and my pinky And my album went platinum too Man you know I'm a stunt' All these other rappers, look.. *NEW CASH MONEYYYYYYY* I'm sick of it, n***as illliterate And I need me seven zeroes or somethin legitament I done shot at n***as, and I been shot at I done had a whole lotta old folks tellin me stop that I'm sorry but them Lexus trucks, I gotta cop that Would be even mo' sweeter, if I could drop that You see all of them Crystal bottles, I pop that And I'm bout to go and find me a new mall to shop at [B.G.] I'm out the heart of the hood n***as like to bust heads and look good Ride on 20's with TV's leather interior and wood Rolexes, at least 10 G's on a necklace Pullin up at the club in two Caddy truck stretches My click boss n***a, try to follow us get lost n***a We'll buy a whole block no matter the cost n***a My money long, my dick long, I'm off the chain B.G. got it goin on respect the game Chorus: B.G. (repeat 2X) Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we love Get in our path of money and your head get bust [Baby] n***a I live like an old man, but I'ma young man With bout three million dollar worth of cars in my name Went to East ?? bought the whole block man Got these white folks f**ed up by the mouth man E'ry type 2000, me and Juvie got 'em V8 350 Camaro, Fresh got 'em Bought a million dolla Rolex, a n***a doubtin Cartier watch for three-hundred and fifty thousand A hundered-thousand dollar grill and a n***a smilin Matchin platinum ink pens for four thousand Bought a hundred-thousand Benz and I'm buckwild with it Changin everything from the in and the out in it [Mannie Fresh] How you figure you the n***a, to shut it down? What you mad convertible Jag cause I let it down? You know who I am, God damn You ain't skinniess on yo' 20's; then look here n***a scram Now what in the wide wide world of ballin is that? Some sh** that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome stuck b**h Who made that car? I never seen that on the streets We were in the Vibe magazine, Baby got thirty-two gold teeth Chorus [Lil' Wayne] Now, now, now, now I'ma stun'na, reppa, ride around in different hummers With a dozen, heffers, fifty-thousand dollar Roley With a crusted, bezel, n***as can't compete with us We on another, level, watch us scratch off in the Viper With the windows, tinted, automatic start with VCR's And TV's, in it, I always go out my pocket Never penny, pinchin, that's why I'm dippin my Expedition With plenty, women, and they wit it, wit it Not to mention, bout my Ninja, with the extension What about my condominum wit yo wife in the kitchen See I gets lots of attention I'm the youngest, Tymer Plus I step into the light wit them humongous, diamonds See everybody know I'm Lil' Wayne soilder Pull up in the 4 dot 6 Range Rover Baby had me drinkin think I got a hangover Weezy Weez n***a, Hot Boys, game over Chorus 2X [Outro] n***a, it's Cash Money Millionaires f** with us n***a, your head get bust We step in the light, and it and it just be Bling bling, bling, bling bling What? My n***a B.Geezy What? My n***a, B.eatrice Huh, my n***a Mannie Fresh, what? My n***a Lil' Weezy, alright then, uh-huh My n***a Ju-vey, that motherf**in Hot Boy n***a, Cash Money takin over this b**h And we ain't lettin go yet.. {*unintelligible over DJ Clue and beat here on out*}