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Millionaires

Tell me, tell me

How to make a mill

How to be a millionaire

How to stick to ya script never change up

Keep a lotta whips gotta change up

And if it's hot put them thangs up

You ain't gotta buck at all put ya change up

And that's the way you stack a mill up

Shorty got jammed gotta change ya cell up

But keep it real get his bail up

You'll get it back nigga get that bread up

And stay away from these snitches

B.o.b bread over these bitches

Cause In my heart I can't live without it

Can't sell it no more but I can rap about it

What up jeezy, yeah

Light up a bubblela like the strip on that side of the match box

You forgot get ya glock make sure they gon pay a lot

Ridin to that cash got give it to ya stash spot

Gotta spend to make it so go get a stack and cash out

Let's get it, like it is fitted, if we get it to split it

Let's get it, like we don't got it have it in a minute

Don't matter ya gotta go out get it and quit it

Stay on them poles like Riddick

Telling hoes forget it

Got my mind got my money mayne gotta have grind

Duhh na duhh na duhh na dog it's looking like it's bat time

Purchase something fast (what kind)

The black on black kind

That I'm gonna write off soon as it's tax time

That's mine

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