| Lyrics: | Nelly]
Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the Best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't 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
I'm 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]
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....
[Nelly]
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 County 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 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]
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
[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
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 ??? plan B says..
- Who says ???
Then
whats plan A, cause plan B is a BOMB case
[Chourus 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
[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 |
