Millionaire Dream

I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist

Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in my Lexus, sippin' on Don P
Call me Lil' Baby Pacino or CMB
I floss everyday woadie, known to shine
Like a crushed wine face Rollie, what the deal?
On the real it's all about the scrill
Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty of mills

Ridin' to myself up in my baby Benz
Playin' with ten, goin' shopping with my lady friends
Flyin' to Nashville, me and Bob splittin' eighty
Then I chill on Washingtona with Slim and Baby
See the S on my back symbolize my clique
See the S around my neck symbolize we rich
Oh it's wonderful baby, gotta see it to believe it
All this ice and brizzikes man it's off the heezie
Fifteen, I'm workin' with a hundred and better
And you can put that on my diamond, Gucci bezel

I got ten round my neck, uh, uh
And baguettes on my wrist (bling)
See we ball 'til we fall, look, look
Livin' a millionaire's dream, woadie
I got ten round my neck, what, what
And baguettes on my wrist (bling)
See we ball 'til we fall, look
Livin' a millionaire's dream, woadie

Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit
That most niggas out here can't fuck with

Sixty-five on rims to get they mind right
And took the Cash Money piece and put twenty on ice
Now I'ma ball 'til I fall if it kills a bitch

Check the crown of the Rollie from the flick of the wrist
Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in
If I could make a hundred G's then I could make a million

Bryce and Baby in a Lotus fuckin' round with them hoes
Me and Slim was parlayin', makin' deals in the Rolls
Wayne and Mannie in a Hummer spittin' game to a bitch
B.G. and Juve in a Benz bumpin' Hot Boys hits
Big Tymers, always nothin', I ain't sellin' for shit
If it's a Bentley that I want then it's a Bentley I get
Drop top, CD changer come equipped with the phone
Cash Money, Big Tymers and we ride on chrome

Player haters wanna picture me fallin'
If you can picture Pac rollin' then you can picture me ballin'
Livin' good, lookin' good, playin' comes with the shife
CMR, Hot Boys, Big Tymers for life, nigga

Nigga we draped in diamonds and gold for the nine scrilla
Biatch, biatch

I got ten round my neck, what, what
And baguettes on my wrist (bling)
See we ball 'til we fall, look, look
Livin' a millionaire's dream, woadie
I got ten round my neck, uh, uh
And baguettes on my wrist (bling)
See we ball 'til we fall
CMB, livin' a millionaire's dream, woadie

Nigga I got millions stashed so I can buy
These buildings and duck these killings
And tippin' these niggas, tryin' to have billions
And I just wanna raise my two children

Goin' to these white folks and demandin' millions

Havin' 'em sayin' Cash Money worth figures

And tippin' 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em
And I done did my dirt in the process tryin' to make millions

See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime
Like makin' money, committin' these stupid crimes
But I still got my ghetto stripes when I'm pimpin' the game
'Cause I love to hustle all through the night
'Cause when I hit my block it's like the potent stopped
I had the little children sayin' "Baby, please don't stop"
Worth six figures, now I'm rich and these hoes ain't right
Hustlin' all night so that Brian can eat right
I'm go and holla at my people in Memphis to make sure shit right
Bamford Nelson'll cruise to the next light

Me and Bryce got two bitches we gon' fuck tonight
If they don't get the pussy, hotel they get left tonight
That's how it be when you worth some jingles man
You can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit, ya dig?
If you don't make money, man fuck the hoe

I got ten round my neck, uh, uh
And baguettes on my wrist (bling)
See we ball 'til we fall, look, look
Livin' a millionaire's dream, woadie
I got ten round my neck, what, what
And baguettes on my wrist (bling)
See we ball 'til we fall
CMB, livin' a millionaire's dream, woadie

Young nigga wearin' cracker gators

All my life eatin' steak and potatoes

Valet please get the beige Mercedes

It's beautiful baby, look, look, don't hate us

Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular
Foreigns like Acura, got these hoes starin' like Dracula
Whoo, how you love that diamond bezel?
Blindin' everything up in this bitch when I hit the champ' pedal
It's marvelous, the life I live
Smile pretty child, got plenty Cristal to give

Rolexes for every day of the week
Blowin' gauze in all kind of cars with my butler Keith
Steaks and fettuccine, little 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
Lifestyles of the rich and richer

Look on any bad bitch wall, you gon' see my picture

Wild life on my feet every day of the week, now how that shit hit ya?
Look here baby I'ma get with ya