Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Millionaire Dream, artist - Big Tymers. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Millionaire Dream |
| Whazzup |
| This the life nigga |
| Check |
| I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist |
| Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss |
| Pull up in my Lexus, sippin' on Dom P |
| Call me lil' baby Pacino of CMB |
| I floss everyday whoady |
| Knowin' to shine like a crushed wined face Roley |
| What the deal on the real it’s all about scrill |
| Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah |
| Ridin to myself up in my baby Benz |
| Playin tens, goin shoppin' with my lady friends |
| Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin' eighty |
| Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby |
| See the $ on my back symbolize my click |
| See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich |
| Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it |
| All this ice and rich heights man it’s off the heezy |
| Fifteen and I’m workin' wit a hundred and better |
| And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel |
| What |
| I got ten around my neck, uh, uh |
| And baguettes on my wrist, bling! |
| See we ball till we fall, look, look |
| Livin a millionaires dream, wootay |
| I got ten around my neck, uh, uh |
| And baguettes on my wrist, bling! |
| See we ball till we fall, look, look |
| Livin a millionaires dream, wootay |
| Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit |
| That most niggas out chere can’t fuck wit |
| Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right |
| Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night |
| Now I’ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch |
| Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist |
| Six figures ain’t enough for this game that I’m in |
| If I can make a hundred G’s then I can make a million |
| Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes |
| Me and Slim was parlaying makin' deals in the rose |
| Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch |
| B.G. |
| and Juvi in a Benz bumpin' Hot Boys this |
| Big Tymers oh it’s nothing nice I ain’t sellin' for shit |
| If it’s a Bentley that I want, it’s a Bentley I get |
| Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone |
| Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome |
| Playa Haters want to picture me fallin' |
| If you could picture 'Pac rollin', then you can picture me ballin' |
| Living good, lookin' good, playin' cards with the |
| CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga |
| Yeah we drinkin' diamonds and gold |
| For the nine scrilla, biatch |
| I got ten around my neck, uh, uh |
| And baguettes on my wrist, bling! |
| See we ball till we fall, look, look |
| Livin a millionaires dream, wootay |
| I got ten around my neck, uh, uh |
| And baguettes on my wrist, bling! |
| See we ball till we fall, look, look |
| Livin a millionaires dream, wootay |
| Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings |
| And duck these killings |
| And tipping these niggas tryna have billions |
| I just wanna raise my two children |
| Going to these white folks and demandin' millions |
| Havin' 'em saying Cash Money worth figures |
| And tippin' 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em |
| And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions |
| See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime |
| Like, makin' money, committing these stupid crimes |
| But I still got my ghetto stripes |
| When I’m pimp in the game |
| 'Cause, I love to hustle all through the night |
| 'Cause, when I hit my block it’s like the Pope done stopped |
| I have them lil' children sayin', «Baby please don’t stop» |
| Worth six figures and I’m rich and these hoes and right |
| Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right |
| I’m going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right |
| so I’ma cruise to the next life |
| Me and Bryan got to bitches we 'gon fuck tonight |
| If they don’t give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight |
| That’s how it be worth some G’s |
| Man you can play them hoes like they ain’t worth shit |
| You dig |
| (*Baby Talking*) |
| I got ten around my neck, uh, uh |
| And baguettes on my wrist, bling! |
| See we ball till we fall, look, look |
| Livin a millionaires dream, wootay |
| I got ten around my neck, uh, uh |
| And baguettes on my wrist, bling! |
| See we ball till we fall, look, look |
| Livin a millionaires dream, wootay |
| Young niggas wearin' cracka gators |
| All my life eatin' steak and potatoes |
| Valet, please get the beige Mercedes |
| It’s beautiful, la la, don’t hate us |
| Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular |
| Performance like Acura, got these stayin' like Dracula |
| Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel |
| Blindin' everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal |
| It’s marvelous, the life I live |
| Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give |
| Rolex’s for every day of the week |
| Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith |
| Steaks and fettuccini, lil' 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 |
| Life styles of the rich and richer |
| Look on any bad bitch wall you goin' see my picture |
| Wildlife on my feet every day of the week |
| Now how that shit hit you |
| Look here Baby I’ma get wit you |