Big Tymers, Cadillac , Lil Wayne - Millionaire Dream lyrics

Whazzup this the life nigga
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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
BG 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