Phats Bossalini - Sad Millionaire lyrics

*(Phats)* All I know..... is this Regime sh** Chorus *(Phats, Big Lurch)* I'm juss a thousandaire But pretty soon I plan to be a millionaire Playa hatas best beware! *(Big Lurch)* Don't hate on mine When you want that sim to shine! Don't hate on mine When you want that sim to shine! Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* n***a. Let's do it I'm tryin to touch mo' money than Bill Gates But know that When you get the money they will hate Them broads that hang around you wit the ice grill face Be the broads that lay you and take you to an ill place Where the doe at? They know you ballin, cuz you deal weight You better show that, n***a where the safe is at while you still safe Cuz, n***as will take yo life Probably rape yo wife If they can't say China white, now say goodnight! To the bad guy In a ski mask guy I been gettin cash guy Ever since my dad died Me and my real boys In Mazda-has b**hes wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya'll If I wanna ride I cop it, dawg If I gotta flip one for my chocolate dawg Juss like we shop at the mall Don't knock it ya'll I been ballin since the days of Genesis And Benz's flipped Tinted sh**, while you just rentin sh** Pretendin it's, yours Drivin Honda Accord's and Ford Probe's n***as flossin them hoes My name is known across the globe See me talkin on shows Rolex rockin them hoes Knockin on my door lookin fo yo b**h, I put the Glock to your nose *(Chorus)* 2x Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)* Blast the blood clot My n***as makin money non-stop Off the rock Another hundred to cop Fiends blisterin All action We G's wit Mac-10's Co-captian Boss was sworen as a coppo Take bread Live like Macho, push the throttle Jet black seat pushed back in a Diablo Die slow My n***as want it and triffle it Hummer sh** Cover my mic cuz it's priceless Ice this Rolex piece, watch and Jeep n***as lose sleep Trainin my beasts how to feast Where the broke eat Approach yo block wit guns Cops will come Spread the bread in lumps son My n***a John John He had his head on tight Hit the pipe Now he tweaked, high as a kite I used to shed tears Knew damn deep he didn't care Hope and dreams that was all that's there to be a millionaire *(Chorus)* 2x Verse 3 *(Phats Bossalini)* My n***as rock solid Make the money be the object f** a colleauge I'm off the clock rockin dollas See us Peep us It's juss the three of us Me an Yuk, plus Mad Maxx been out to get some Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* Feed it up Soon as I get up I got to roll a phat spliff up Smoke til it burn my finger tips an lips up Drinkin liquor til I get the hic ups f** bad b**hes then we switch up f** bad b**hes then we switch up Verse 5 *(Phats Bossalini)* Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design n***as sniffin lines sayin Boss committed a crime I robbed the bomb shelter Shipped the goods off the delta Task asks if Phats the man wit no replica Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)* No replica Put the tech to ya Smiff-N-Wesson ya Here's the lesson to be learned, don't test the young Hugh Heffener 4 point 6 snatchin up yo b**h An when it comes to mics I wreck this sh** Collectin chips Disrespect yo click I come wit real sh** From the Village Oak-Town Raised a drug dealer, to be rappin and stars Mo Town On the low down, I used to blow brown, but now I blow pounds Went from bein ugly as f**, to havin hoes now You know now *(Chorus til end)*