Nelly
Tho Dem Wrappas [Nelly]Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, KeyuanWith the best thunder than Sean John, you don’t want nonePartna I gather up and leave their heads swollen upOn top of all that, I got the rap sewed upHold up, with the budda thumpin’ niggaz quotaAnd just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulderI told ya, ‘Tics live for the street lifeEat Right, Fuck good, And reffer thru the PipeAnd give me head all nightAnd if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sightuntil they deceasedI took ya head off rightI live in the BeastNigga, where the feds, play sheistI still floss ice, keep it tightE-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I’m playing mineThat’s how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4
[Chorus x2]Let’s make a MillionKeep it real for Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty Henny and HydroFuck a bitch and some ClothesI gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the Dough….
[Nelly]My nigga, I can make a millionblind-folded, with no showsusing no flows, just Arm -n- HammerAnd folk O’sGimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closedAnd watch me lock it down from North County to BenRosFuck some Mo-Mo’s, Gimmie hundereds with soft chromeOn the Navigata equipped to click and log onI leave that before its gone’Fore they even bring it homeMatta Fact, I’ll tell you whats in the back, its all goneTwo holes in the roof, to let the sun come inMatch it leather carseat, in case my son get inI spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend
PlayStation just in case a nigga think he can win
[Chorus x2]Let’s make a MillionKeep it real for Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty Henny and HydroFuck a bitch and some ClothesI gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough….
I gotta make a millionGotta get myself a millionGonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won’t die
[Nelly]I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha airBut only if the ice on your wrist cause glaresI’m gettin stares from dime bitches, is he aloneWhere’s his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris’son the Table, arms the strong ripp off the LabelNo more shows for free, I’m pay-per-view like CableThey all screamin my name, different shades and raceTake them all backstage and lett’em plead they caseMake a million like Jigga, standin in one placeSound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my faceThey threw the weak plan BSays who? Says me
Then what’s plan A, cause plan B a bad case
[Chorus x2]Let’s make a MillionKeep it real for Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty Henny and HydroFuck a bitch and some ClothesI gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough….
I gotta make a millionGotta get myself a millionGonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won’t die
[Nelly]All my Midwest niggas tryin to make a mill,Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )All my Dirty South niggas tryin to make a mill,Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )All my West Coast niggas tryin to make a mill,Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )All my East Coast niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )