Millionaire Dream Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 2 - Big Tymers

Whazzup 

This the life nigga 

Check 

Lil' Wayne: 

I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist 

Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss 

Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P 

Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was C.M.B. 

I floss everyday wooday 

Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley 

What the deal on the real it's all about scrill 

Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah 

Ridin to myself up in my baby benz 

Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends 

Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty 

Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby 

See the $ on my back symbolize my click 

See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich 

Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it 

All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy 

Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better 

And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel 

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Chorus:(x2) 

I got ten around my neck (mm mm) 

And baguettes on my wrist (*Bling*) 

See we ball till we fall (la la) 

Livin a millionaires dream (wootay) 

Verse 2: 

Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit 

That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit 

Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right 

Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night 

Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch 

Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist 

Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in 

If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million 

Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes 

Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose 

Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch 

B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this 

Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit 

If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get 

Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone 

Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome 

Playa Haters want to picture me fallin' 

If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin 

Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the? 

CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga 

Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold For the nine scrilla, biatch (echo) 

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(Chorus) 

Baby 

Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings 

And duck these killings 

And tipping these niggas tryina have billions 

I just wanna raise my two children 

Going to these white folks and demandin millions 

Havin 'em saying Cash Money worth figures 

And tippin 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em 

And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions 

See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime 

Like, makin money, committing these stupid crimes 

But I still got my ghetto stripes 

When I'm pimp in the game 

Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night 

Cuz, when I hit my block it's like the Pope done stopped 

I have them lil' children sayin, "Baby please don't stop" 

Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes and right 

Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right 

I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right 

? so I'ma cruise to the next life Me and Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight 

If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight 

That's how it be worth some G's 

Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit 

You dig 

(Baby Talking) 

(Chorus) 

Manny: 

Young niggas wearin cracka gators 

All my life eatin steak and potatoes 

Valet please get the beige Mercedes 

It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us 

Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular 

Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula 

Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel 

Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal 

It's marvelous, the life I live 

Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give 

Rolex's for everyday of the week 

Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith 

Steaks and fetuccini, lil' girls in bikinis 

Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini 

Givin all these project hoes the weenie 

On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me 

Life styles of the rich and richer 

Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture 

Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week 

Now how that shit hit you 

Look here Baby I'ma get wit you