Sad Millionaire

*(Phats)*<br><br>All I know..... is this Regime shit.<br><br>Chorus *(Phats, Big Lurch)*<br><br>I`m juss a thousandaire<br>but pretty soon I plan to be a millionaire<br>playa hatas best beware!<br><br>*(Big Lurch)*<br><br>Don`t hate on mine<br>when you want that sim to shine!<br>Don`t hate on mine<br>when you want that sim to shine!<br><br>Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*<br><br>Nigga. Let`s do it.<br>I`m tryin to touch mo` money than Bill Gates<br>but know that<br>when you get the money they will hate<br>them broads that hang around you wit the ice grill face<br>be the broads that lay you and take you to an ill place<br>Where the doe at?<br>They know you ballin, cuz you deal weight<br>you better show that, nigga where the safe is at while you still safe<br>cuz, niggas will take yo life<br>probably rape yo wife<br>if they can`t say China white, now say goodnight!<br>To the bad guy<br>in a ski mask guy<br>I been gettin cash guy<br>ever since my dad died<br>me and my real boys<br>in Mazda-has<br>bitches wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya`ll<br>if I wanna ride I cop it, dawg<br>if I gotta flip one for my chocolate dawg<br>juss like we shop at the mall<br>don`t knock it ya`ll<br>I been ballin since the days of Genesis<br>and Benz`s flipped<br>tinted shit, while you just rentin shit<br>pretendin it`s, yours<br>drivin Honda Accord`s and Ford Probe`s<br>niggas flossin them hoes<br>my name is known across the globe<br>see me talkin on shows<br>Rolex rockin them hoes<br>knockin on my door lookin fo yo bitch, I put the glock to your nose.<br><br>*(Chorus)* 2x<br><br>Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)*<br><br>Blast the blood clot<br>my niggas makin money non-stop<br>off the rock<br>another hundred to cop<br>fiends blisterin<br>all action<br>we G`s wit Mac-10`s<br>co-captian<br>Boss was sworen as a coppo<br>take bread<br>live like Macho, push the throttle<br>jet black seat pushed back in a Diablo<br>die slow<br>my niggas want it and triffle it<br>Hummer shit<br>cover my mic cuz it`s priceless<br>ice this<br>Rolex piece, watch and Jeep<br>niggas lose sleep<br>trainin my beasts how to feast<br>where the broke eat<br>approach yo block wit guns<br>cops will come<br>spread the bread in lumps son<br>my nigga John John<br>he had his head on tight<br>hit the pipe<br>now he tweaked, high as a kite<br>I used to shed tears<br>knew damn deep he didn`t care<br>hope and dreams that was all that`s there to be a millionaire.<br><br>*(Chorus)* 2x<br><br>Verse 3 *(Phats Bossalini)*<br><br>My niggas rock solid<br>make the money be the object<br>fuck a colleauge<br>I`m off the clock rockin dollas<br>see us<br>peep us<br>it`s juss the three of us<br>me an Yuk, plus Mad Maxx been out to get some.<br><br>Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*<br><br>Feed it up<br>soon as I get up<br>I got to roll a phat spliff up<br>smoke til it burn my finger tips an lips up<br>drinkin liquor til I get the hic ups<br>fuck bad bitches then we switch up<br>fuck bad bitches then we switch up.<br><br>Verse 5 *(Phats Bossalini)*<br><br>Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design <br>niggas sniffin lines sayin Boss committed a crime<br>I robbed the bomb shelter<br>shipped the goods off the delta<br>task asks if Phats the man wit no replica.<br><br>Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*<br><br>No replica<br>put the tech to ya<br>Smiff-N-Wesson ya<br>here`s the lesson to be learned, don`t test the young Hugh Heffener<br>4 point 6 snatchin up yo bitch<br>an when it comes to mics I wreck this shit<br>collectin chips<br>disrespect yo click<br>I come wit real shit <br>from the Village Oak-Town<br>raised a drug dealer, to be rappin and stars Mo Town<br>on the low down, I used to blow brown, but now I blow pounds<br>went from bein ugly as fuck, to havin hoes now<br>you know now.<br><br>*(Chorus til end)*