Hot Boy$ - Millionaire (feat. Big Tymers) Lyrics
[Juvenile]Damn I got platinum on both of my wrists and my pinkyand my album went platinum tooMan you know I'm a stunt'All these other rappers, look.. *NEW CASH MONEYYYYYYY*I'm sick of it, niggaz illliterateand I need me seven zeroes or somethin legitamentI done shot at niggaz, and I been shot atI done had a whole lotta old folks tellin me stop thatI'm sorry but them Lexus trucks, I gotta cop thatWould be even mo' sweeter, if I could drop thatYou see all of them Crystal bottles, I pop thatand I'm bout to go and find me a new mall to shop at[B.G.]I'm out the heart of the hoodNiggaz like to bust heads and look goodRide on 20's with TV's leather interior and woodRolexes, at least 10 G's on a necklacePullin up at the club in two Caddy truck stretchesMy click boss nigga, try to follow us get lost niggaWe'll buy a whole block no matter the cost niggaMy money long, my dick long, I'm off the chainB.G. got it goin on respect the gameChorus: B.G. (repeat 2X)Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we loveGet in our path of money and your head get bust[Baby]Nigga I live like an old man, but I'ma young manwith bout three million dollar worth of cars in my nameWent to East ?? bought the whole block manGot these white folks *****ed up by the mouth manE'ry type 2000, me and Juvie got 'emV8 350 Camaro, Fresh got 'emBought a million dolla Rolex, a nigga doubtinCartier watch for three-hundred and fifty thousandA hundered-thousand dollar grill and a nigga smilinMatchin platinum ink pens for four thousandBought a hundred-thousand Benz and I'm buckwild with itChangin everything from the in and the out in it[Mannie Fresh]How you figure you the nigga, to shut it down?What you mad convertible Jag cause I let it down?You know who I am, God damnYou ain't skinniess on yo' 20's; then look here nigga scramNow what in the wide wide world of ballin is that?Some shit that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome stuck *****Who made that car?I never seen that on the streetsWe were in the Vibe magazine, Baby got thirty-two gold teethChorus[Lil' Wayne]Now, now, now, nowI'ma stun'na, reppa, ride around in different hummerswith a dozen, heffers, fifty-thousand dollar Roleywith a crusted, bezel, niggaz can't compete with usWe on another, level, watch us scratch off in the Viperwith the windows, tinted, automatic start with VCR'sand TV's, in it, I always go out my pocketNever penny, pinchin, that's why I'm dippin my Expeditionwith plenty, women, and they wit it, wit itNot to mention, bout my Ninja, with the extensionWhat about my condominum wit yo wife in the kitchenSee I gets lots of attention I'm the youngest, TymerPlus I step into the light wit them humongous, diamondsSee everybody know I'm Lil' Wayne soilderPull up in the 4 dot 6 Range RoverBaby had me drinkin think I got a hangoverWeezy Weez nigga, Hot Boys, game overChorus 2X[Outro]Nigga, it's Cash Money Millionaires***** with us nigga, your head get bustWe step in the light, and it and it just bebling bling, bling, bling blingWhat?My nigga B.GeezyWhat?My nigga, B.eatriceHuh, my nigga Mannie Fresh, what?My nigga Lil' Weezy, alright then, uh-huhMy nigga Ju-vey, that mother*****in Hot BoyNigga, Cash Money takin over this *****and we ain't lettin go yet..{*unintelligible over DJ Clue and beat here on out*
