Tho Dem Wrappas Lyrics - Country Grammar - Nelly

Talking 

Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan 

With the Best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't want None 

partna im Batter up and leavin heads swollen up 

On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up 

Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggaz Qouta 

And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder 

I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life 

Eat Right, Fuck good, And reefer thru the Pipe 

And give me head all night 

And if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sight 

until they deceased 

I took ya head off right 

I live in the Beast 

Nigga, where the Feds, Play sheist 

I still floss ice, keep it tight 

E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine 

Thats how I flo, I gotta get mine partna, any way it go 

Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4 

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(Chorus) x2 

Let's make a Million 

Keep it real for Triple-0 

Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro 

Fuck a bitch and some Clothes 

I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows 

And get the Dough... 

My nigga, I can make a million 

blind-folded, with no shows 

using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer 

And folk O's 

Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed 

And watch me lock it down from North Cali to BenRos 

Fuck some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome 

On the Navigata equipped to click and log on 

I leave that before its gone 

'Fore they even bring it home 

Matta Fact, I'll tell you what send it back its all wrong 

Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in 

Matchin' leather carseat, in case my son get in 

I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend 

Playstation just in case a nigga think he can win 

Photos 

(Chorus) x2 

Let's make a Million 

Keep it real for Triple-0 

Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro 

Fuck a bitch and some Clothes 

I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows 

And get the Dough... 

I gotta make a million 

Gotta get myself a million 

Gonna turn that into a billion 

If not, then I just won't die 

I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air 

But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares 

I gettin stares from dime bitches, 

is he alone? Wheres his misses? 

1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris's 

on the Table, arms the strong ripp off the Label 

No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like Cable 

They all screamin my name, different shades and race 

Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they case 

Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place 

Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face 

They threw the weed plant, B, says who? 

- says mace 

Then whats plan A, cause plan B is a BOMB case 

(Chorus) x2 

Let's make a Million 

Keep it real for Triple-0 

Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro 

Fuck a bitch and some Clothes 

I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows 

And get the Dough... 

I gotta make a million 

Gotta get myself a million 

Gonna turn that into a billion 

If not, then I just won't die 

All my Midwest niggaz tryin to make a meal, 

Tho Dem Wrappas (And get the Dough-O) 

All my Dirty South niggaz tryin to make a meal, 

Tho Dem Wrappas (And get the Dough-O) 

All my West Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal, 

Tho Dem Wrappas (And get the Dough-O) 

All my East Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal, 

Tho Dem Wrappas (And get the Dough-O)