[nelly] Uhh, I boss thru in a hummer, murphy the don, lizzie, keyuan With the best thunder than shaun jon, you dont want none ? ? ? like batter up and leavin heads swolle 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 reffer 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 ? ? ? I still floss ice, keep it tight E-very time, call me the black liberace when Im playing mine Thats how I flo, ? ? ? when I get mine, any way it go Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4
[chourus x2] Lets 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....
[nelly] My nigga, I can make a million Blind-folded, with no shows Using no flows, just arm -n- hammer And folk os Gimmie low does and a connect, that neva closed And watch me lock it down from north county to benros Fuck some mo-mos, 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, Ill tell you whats in the back, its all gone Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in Match it 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
[chourus x2] Lets 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 wont die
[nelly] I say now, tho yo wrappers off in tha air But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares I gettin stares from down bitches, thats eatin alone West missies, 1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of criss On the table, arms the strong ripp off the label No more shows for free, Im pay-per-view like cable They all screamin my name, different shades and race Take them all backstage and lettem plead they case Make a million like jigga, standin in one place Sound scan like thrilla with out changing my face They threw ? ? ? plan b says.. - who says ? ? ? Then whats plan a, cause plan b is a bomb case
[chourus x2] Lets 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 wont die
[nelly] All my midwest niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho dem wrappas ( and the dough-o ) All my dirty south niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho dem wrappas ( and the dough-o ) All my west coast niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho dem wrappas ( and the dough-o ) All my east coast niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho dem wrappas ( and the dough-o ) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
