Luniz - Sad Millionaire Lyrics
Can I do my thang? ?*(yukmouth)*Speak on it.*(brownstone)*Oh, oh, ohhh.Oh, oh, ohh, hey.Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*Uh.Niggaz be havin the mutha *****in blues,Like 5-0-5sI wont lie,Homicide,Gram will cry,Pray for me that I wont die,Suicide,I wont try,Bullets fly,Drive-by,Dont let it slide, do or die,You an i, slide by,Catch them niggaz off my side,Wit nothin to hide body die rot,On they porch,When I expectin some sort of drive-by,Type retaliation,Under styles I lace, mobbulation,Lets begin breakin down the situation,When, the end of our frustration,So while we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,The cops is waitin to umm,Accelerate on yo vehicle,Run down yo vehicle,Even if they have to gun down yo vehicle,Nigga, up in these high-speedaz,Police they be the rosco bico train,Swervin in an outta lanes,Runnin from o-h-a,What they throw away,Eh, though, eh, way,Pistol,Every mutha *****a wanna peep.Chorus x2 *(brownstone & yukmouth)*Millionaire!Dreams of big millions play.Ever seen a sad millionaire?I thought that money make us happy.Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*What if I was a millionaire,Huh,A major playa on the block,That a mac daddy, drivin a black caddy couldnt stop,Hella strap happy,Cuz niggaz slangin all my rocks,Point yo gats at me,I dont know where uzis to yo knot,Fo *****in wit the big shot,I was juss flat droppin g bannos on the ground,Be down,Thats one of my shit, an get shot,Only the baddest *****es jock,Get chosen,Global shouts,For *****es out there who be voguin,On the collar of poppa,Brand new hundred dolla billz, an a choppa,Where niggaz strapped fo real, like chubacca,Who got the gonga,Cuz I be high like phone doctor,Spark on vodka,Eatin lobster, bumpin frank sinatra,Smoke-a-lot be the mobbsta, who shot ya,Like vinny blanca,Come back in the end juss to haunt ya,Plus I twist a benz like big poppa,Whats the big proper use,Go get yo bread an do what ya gots to be a,Millionaire playa.Chorus x2Verse 3 *(yukmouth)*Uh.You niggaz juss created a monsta,***** a type, I smoke gonga,In the bahammas,*****in yo baby mama,Doggystyle (whoo,wee!)Two wow, you wow,Doubt man,Who wow bout it, bout it,Niggaz be claimin they be the ice cream man,But I doubt it, doubt it,Be rowdy,Hit the paper chasin clout it,Sky up out the ugly four day la-la-by yo cuttie like a ballot,Smokin blunts, an crunchin weed, sex,Fresh outta drug rehabs,Spend two gs at every function I be at,Believe that, *****!!Ya mind is smoke-a-lot,Grab *****es by the throat-a-lot,Thats what ya told the cops,I hold the glock,Aim it an fire,Retire another nigga,Nameless,Game is fo hire,Desire chariots fire,Light as Im a tuck her,Were so called potnaz, ***** em,An dust em off wit a choppa, I cant rush em,Gotta bust em,Too skinny I cant trust em,An when the mutha *****az got meal tickets you might have to love em,An thats fo real.Nigga.Chorus x5*(yukmouth talking during chorus)*Have all this *****in money, an still aint happy. nigga, still gotProblems wit stress, mutha *****az juss think you got it made, they tryTo rob you an shit, yo own potnaz in the hood juss wanna love you. *****Money, I wish I didnt have it, cuz when I didnt have it it was allGood, niggaz loved me when I was juss drinkin brew an shit at the store.Now ya got money everybody wanna kill me, nigga, ya own relatives wannaDo you, skanless boy, this is nine skrillion, make a million bucks.Millionaire.
