Millionaire Gangsta lyrics

[Verse 1: Rich The Factor]
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 n*ggas wanna kill cause they ain't winning’ like me

[Verse 2: Sky Balla]
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 n*ggas stay the f*ck 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 b*tches is fascinated with my foreign lifestyle
I’m floss ballin’ at the bank yes "iced out"
Well known for sending a b*tch 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 n*gga Rich The Factor
And a rapper gone bat and young rush strapped up
And y’all can’t f*ck with this Millionaire Gangsta
I said y’all can’t f*ck with this Millionaire Gangsta
[Verse 3: Rush]
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 circ*msized rolling packs of 5s
Huddled up you lacking on your grin, while n*ggas cuddled up
Me and my n*ggas 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 f*cking spinach

[Verse 4: Mac Dre]
I’m tryna be a Millionaire Gangster but still bend corners in a Chevrolet
Do that gangster sh*t everyday you better check my resume
I come from a turf where rollers get whipped
Yola gets cooked
And if you floss n*gga yo sh*t a sho get took
Me and my n*gga 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 f*ck 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 motherf*cker I stay paid
I’m E’d up, roll the weed up
My n*gga Don Juan them bomb tracks to make a motherf*cker heat up
Turn the beat up n*gga you feeling it ain’t ya
Just some real n*ggas tryna be some millionaire gangstas
Some millionaire gangstas
Some millionaire gangstas