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  • 作曲 : Bankoudagba, Ellis, Phillips ...
    *(phats)*
    All i know..... is this regime ****.
    Chorus *(phats, big lurch)*
    I'm juss a thousandaire
    But pretty soon i plan to be a millionaire
    Playa hatas best beware!
    *(big lurch)*
    Don't hate on mine
    When you want that sim to shine!
    Don't hate on mine
    When you want that sim to shine!
    Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*
    *****. let's do it.
    I'm tryin to touch mo' money than bill gates
    But know that
    When you get the money they will hate
    Them broads that hang around you wit the ice grill face
    Be the broads that lay you and take you to an ill place
    Where the doe at?
    They know you ballin, cuz you deal weight
    You better show that, ***** where the safe is at while you still safe
    Cuz, ****** will take yo life
    Probably rape yo wife
    If they can't say china white, now say goodnight!
    To the bad guy
    In a ski mask guy
    I been gettin cash guy
    Ever since my dad died
    Me and my real boys
    In mazda-has
    *****es wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya'll
    If i wanna ride i cop it, dawg
    If i gotta flip one for my chocolate dawg
    Juss like we shop at the mall
    Don't knock it ya'll
    I been ballin since the days of genesis
    And benz's flipped
    Tinted ****, while you just rentin ****
    Pretendin it's, yours
    Drivin honda accord's and ford probe's
    ****** flossin them hoes
    My name is known across the globe
    See me talkin on shows
    Rolex rockin them hoes
    Knockin on my door lookin fo yo *****, i put the glock to your nose.
    *(chorus)* 2x
    Verse 2 *(phats bossalini)*
    Blast the blood clot
    My ****** makin money non-stop
    Off the rock
    Another hundred to cop
    Fiends blisterin
    All action
    We g's wit mac-10's
    Co-captian
    Boss was sworen as a coppo
    Take bread
    Live like macho, push the throttle
    Jet black seat pushed back in a diablo
    Die slow
    My ****** want it and triffle it
    Hummer ****
    Cover my mic cuz it's priceless
    Ice this
    Rolex piece, watch and jeep
    ****** lose sleep
    Trainin my beasts how to feast
    Where the broke eat
    Approach yo block wit guns
    Cops will come
    Spread the bread in lumps son
    My ***** john john
    He had his head on tight
    Hit the pipe
    Now he tweaked, high as a kite
    I used to shed tears
    Knew damn deep he didn't care
    Hope and dreams that was all that's there to be a millionaire.
    *(chorus)* 2x
    Verse 3 *(phats bossalini)*
    My ****** rock solid
    Make the money be the object
    **** a colleauge
    I'm off the clock rockin dollas
    See us
    Peep us
    It's juss the three of us
    Me an yuk, plus mad maxx been out to get some.
    Verse 4 *(yukmouth)*
    Feed it up
    Soon as i get up
    I got to roll a phat spliff up
    Smoke til it burn my finger tips an lips up
    Drinkin liquor til i get the hic ups
    **** bad *****es then we switch up
    **** bad *****es then we switch up.
    Verse 5 *(phats bossalini)*
    Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design
    ****** sniffin lines sayin boss committed a crime
    I robbed the bomb shelter
    Shipped the goods off the delta
    Task asks if phats the man wit no replica.
    Verse 6 *(yukmouth)*
    No replica
    Put the tech to ya
    Smiff-n-wesson ya
    Here's the lesson to be learned, don't test the young hugh heffener
    4 point 6 snatchin up yo *****
    An when it comes to mics i wreck this ****
    Collectin chips
    Disrespect yo click
    I come wit real ****
    From the village oak-town
    Raised a drug dealer, to be rappin and stars mo town
    On the low down, i used to blow brown, but now i blow pounds
    Went from bein ugly as ****, to havin hoes now
    You know now.
    *(chorus til end)*
  • 作曲 : Bankoudagba, Ellis, Phillips ...
    *(phats)*
    All i know..... is this regime ****.
    Chorus *(phats, big lurch)*
    I'm juss a thousandaire
    But pretty soon i plan to be a millionaire
    Playa hatas best beware!
    *(big lurch)*
    Don't hate on mine
    When you want that sim to shine!
    Don't hate on mine
    When you want that sim to shine!
    Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*
    *****. let's do it.
    I'm tryin to touch mo' money than bill gates
    But know that
    When you get the money they will hate
    Them broads that hang around you wit the ice grill face
    Be the broads that lay you and take you to an ill place
    Where the doe at?
    They know you ballin, cuz you deal weight
    You better show that, ***** where the safe is at while you still safe
    Cuz, ****** will take yo life
    Probably rape yo wife
    If they can't say china white, now say goodnight!
    To the bad guy
    In a ski mask guy
    I been gettin cash guy
    Ever since my dad died
    Me and my real boys
    In mazda-has
    *****es wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya'll
    If i wanna ride i cop it, dawg
    If i gotta flip one for my chocolate dawg
    Juss like we shop at the mall
    Don't knock it ya'll
    I been ballin since the days of genesis
    And benz's flipped
    Tinted ****, while you just rentin ****
    Pretendin it's, yours
    Drivin honda accord's and ford probe's
    ****** flossin them hoes
    My name is known across the globe
    See me talkin on shows
    Rolex rockin them hoes
    Knockin on my door lookin fo yo *****, i put the glock to your nose.
    *(chorus)* 2x
    Verse 2 *(phats bossalini)*
    Blast the blood clot
    My ****** makin money non-stop
    Off the rock
    Another hundred to cop
    Fiends blisterin
    All action
    We g's wit mac-10's
    Co-captian
    Boss was sworen as a coppo
    Take bread
    Live like macho, push the throttle
    Jet black seat pushed back in a diablo
    Die slow
    My ****** want it and triffle it
    Hummer ****
    Cover my mic cuz it's priceless
    Ice this
    Rolex piece, watch and jeep
    ****** lose sleep
    Trainin my beasts how to feast
    Where the broke eat
    Approach yo block wit guns
    Cops will come
    Spread the bread in lumps son
    My ***** john john
    He had his head on tight
    Hit the pipe
    Now he tweaked, high as a kite
    I used to shed tears
    Knew damn deep he didn't care
    Hope and dreams that was all that's there to be a millionaire.
    *(chorus)* 2x
    Verse 3 *(phats bossalini)*
    My ****** rock solid
    Make the money be the object
    **** a colleauge
    I'm off the clock rockin dollas
    See us
    Peep us
    It's juss the three of us
    Me an yuk, plus mad maxx been out to get some.
    Verse 4 *(yukmouth)*
    Feed it up
    Soon as i get up
    I got to roll a phat spliff up
    Smoke til it burn my finger tips an lips up
    Drinkin liquor til i get the hic ups
    **** bad *****es then we switch up
    **** bad *****es then we switch up.
    Verse 5 *(phats bossalini)*
    Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design
    ****** sniffin lines sayin boss committed a crime
    I robbed the bomb shelter
    Shipped the goods off the delta
    Task asks if phats the man wit no replica.
    Verse 6 *(yukmouth)*
    No replica
    Put the tech to ya
    Smiff-n-wesson ya
    Here's the lesson to be learned, don't test the young hugh heffener
    4 point 6 snatchin up yo *****
    An when it comes to mics i wreck this ****
    Collectin chips
    Disrespect yo click
    I come wit real ****
    From the village oak-town
    Raised a drug dealer, to be rappin and stars mo town
    On the low down, i used to blow brown, but now i blow pounds
    Went from bein ugly as ****, to havin hoes now
    You know now.
    *(chorus til end)*