Song | Sad Millionaire |
Artist | Yukmouth |
Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
作曲 : Bankoudagba, Ellis, Phillips ... | |
*(phats)* | |
All i know..... is this regime shit. | |
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)* | |
Nigga. 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, nigga where the safe is at while you still safe | |
Cuz, niggas 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 | |
Bitches 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 shit, while you just rentin shit | |
Pretendin it's, yours | |
Drivin honda accord's and ford probe's | |
Niggas 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 bitch, i put the glock to your nose. | |
*(chorus)* 2x | |
Verse 2 *(phats bossalini)* | |
Blast the blood clot | |
My niggas 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 niggas want it and triffle it | |
Hummer shit | |
Cover my mic cuz it's priceless | |
Ice this | |
Rolex piece, watch and jeep | |
Niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas rock solid | |
Make the money be the object | |
Fuck 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 | |
Fuck bad bitches then we switch up | |
Fuck bad bitches then we switch up. | |
Verse 5 *(phats bossalini)* | |
Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design | |
Niggas 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 bitch | |
An when it comes to mics i wreck this shit | |
Collectin chips | |
Disrespect yo click | |
I come wit real shit | |
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 fuck, to havin hoes now | |
You know now. | |
*(chorus til end)* |
zuò qǔ : Bankoudagba, Ellis, Phillips ... | |
phats | |
All i know..... is this regime shit. | |
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 | |
Nigga. 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, nigga where the safe is at while you still safe | |
Cuz, niggas 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 mazdahas | |
Bitches 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 shit, while you just rentin shit | |
Pretendin it' s, yours | |
Drivin honda accord' s and ford probe' s | |
Niggas 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 bitch, i put the glock to your nose. | |
chorus 2x | |
Verse 2 phats bossalini | |
Blast the blood clot | |
My niggas makin money nonstop | |
Off the rock | |
Another hundred to cop | |
Fiends blisterin | |
All action | |
We g' s wit mac10' s | |
Cocaptian | |
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 niggas want it and triffle it | |
Hummer shit | |
Cover my mic cuz it' s priceless | |
Ice this | |
Rolex piece, watch and jeep | |
Niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas rock solid | |
Make the money be the object | |
Fuck 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 | |
Fuck bad bitches then we switch up | |
Fuck bad bitches then we switch up. | |
Verse 5 phats bossalini | |
Watch me shine in my ninenine custom design | |
Niggas 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 | |
Smiffnwesson ya | |
Here' s the lesson to be learned, don' t test the young hugh heffener | |
4 point 6 snatchin up yo bitch | |
An when it comes to mics i wreck this shit | |
Collectin chips | |
Disrespect yo click | |
I come wit real shit | |
From the village oaktown | |
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 fuck, to havin hoes now | |
You know now. | |
chorus til end |