Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song M.G. , by - Rich The FactorRelease date: 24.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
M.G. |
| Once I turn millionaire gangsta |
| With 30 or 40 mill I’ll be on? |
| or? |
| flapping my tail |
| Through the smallest cities Des Moines to Mississippi |
| All around through Dallas, 5 million dollar palace |
| With a maid like Alice cooking and tossing salad |
| Dodging the feds and the marshals in a? |
| porsche to Cali' |
| Frisco to the Valley got play me and rush pop the 99 tre and start aqua dre |
| Rapper gone bad plus the sky pad |
| 19 inch rims I ain’t mad |
| Counting cash no money counters |
| We pack straps so we pay the club faster |
| We smoke Amsterdam every state that we hit |
| Fifty thousand twice a week |
| Full heated cause I’m in love with the streets |
| I know how snakes can be that jealously make niggas wanna kill cause they ain’t |
| winning' like me |
| I’m from the streets of San Fransisco, born and raised |
| I grew up in this gat way back in the days |
| I was raised by ghetto billionaires but I can’t say names |
| Kansas city be the place where I’m shipping things |
| I got the coke for dirt cheap down in the back where I stay |
| And all you baller blocking niggas stay the fuck out the way |
| I’m getting cash money, yeah, that dirty fast money, that mansion and yacht |
| And that S class money |
| We organized crime bosses setting up shop |
| Taking over cities and building million dollar spots |
| Ya bitches is fascinated with my foreign lifestyle |
| I’m floss ballin' at the bank yes «iced out» |
| Well known for sending a bitch to the hoe track |
| Cause its gangster pimpin' on mine |
| I’m a feel low mac In a big body sky blue supersport impala |
| Check my stats, I’m a major league baller |
| Knocking patches out you? |
| with my nigga Rich The Factor |
| And a rapper gone bat and young rush strapped up |
| And y’all can’t fuck with this Millionaire Gangsta |
| I said y’all can’t fuck with this Millionaire Gangsta |
| I never show no soft like a bar of chalk |
| Blowing doses with my coalition |
| Put it down since detention |
| Binge or brink not associating with counterfeits |
| 25 a kick put me in the chronic shift |
| My mouthpiece rips like a weapon |
| The? |
| wanna metal so I’m organized |
| All my career circumsized rolling packs of 5s |
| Huddled up you lacking on your grin, while niggas cuddled up |
| Me and my niggas bubbled up bouncing raps and? |
| now |
| 20 inches on a Saleen fast crosses hundred pound triple beam |
| Hustle dream packing M16's with the? |
| attached |
| Took me a while to scratch the surface |
| Now I’m on purpose |
| Could be in service in church if you wanna purchase |
| Burn the competition with a proposition |
| And I always smoke on the barr fucking spinach |
| I’m tryna be a Millionaire Gangster but still bend corners in a Chevrolet |
| Do that gangster shit everyday you better check my resume |
| I come from a turf where rollers get whipped |
| Yola gets cooked |
| And if you floss nigga yo shit a sho get took |
| Me and my nigga S to the KY just hooked up with Rich and Rush |
| And we slicker than K-Y, Jelly |
| San quentin and is back up to telly |
| We really gonna go silly if the situation gets smelly |
| Then Makaveli they jelly they can’t fuck with no made men |
| They concentrated on hatin', hating they pockets is thin |
| Its no win for them suckers in |
| I’m with 3 savage and motherfucker I stay paid |
| I’m E’d up, roll the weed up |
| My nigga Don Juan them bomb tracks to make a motherfucker heat up |
| Turn the beat up nigga you feeling it ain’t ya |
| Just some real niggas tryna be some millionaire gangstas |
| Some millionaire gangstas |
| Some millionaire gangstas |