Millionaire Dream - Big Tymers, Lil Wayne, Cadillac

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