Millionaire Lyrics - Big Tymers

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, niggaz illliterate 

and I need me seven zeroes or somethin legitament 

I done shot at niggaz, 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 

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I'm out the heart of the hood 

Niggaz 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 nigga, try to follow us get lost nigga 

We'll buy a whole block no matter the cost nigga 

My money long, my dick long, I'm off the chain 

B.G. got it goin on respect the game 

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 

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Nigga 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 fucked 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 nigga doubtin 

Cartier watch for three-hundred and fifty thousand 

A hundered-thousand dollar grill and a nigga 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 

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 damn 

You ain't skinniess on yo' 20's; then look here nigga scram 

Now what in the wide wide world of ballin is that? 

Some shit that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome stuck bitch 

Who made that car? I never seen that on the streets 

We were in the Vibe magazine, Baby got thirty-two gold teeth 

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, niggaz 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 nigga, Hot Boys, game over 

2X 

Nigga, it's Cash Money Millionaires 

Fuck with us nigga, your head get bust 

We step in the light, and it and it just be 

bling bling, bling, bling bling 

What? My nigga B.Geezy 

What? My nigga, B.eatrice 

Huh, my nigga Mannie Fresh, what? 

My nigga Lil' Weezy, alright then, uh-huh 

My nigga Ju-vey, that motherfuckin Hot Boy 

Nigga, Cash Money takin over this bitch 

and we ain't lettin go yet. 

{*unintelligible over DJ Clue and beat here on out*}