Chamillionaire, Jeezy, Jazze Pha - Millioniares lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Chamillionaire, Jeezy, Jazze Pha - Millioniares lyrics]
Tell me, tell me - how to make a million
How to be, a millionaire
Got to stick to your script, never change up
Keep a lot of whips, got to change up
And if it's hot put them thangs up (yeah)
You ain't got to buck it all
Put that change up
And that's the way you stack that mail up
Shorty got jammed, got to change the sale up
But keep it real, get his male up
You'll get it back nigga, get that bread up
And stay away from these snitches
Cause it's BOB - Bread Over these Bitches
It's 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 the bubble lines
(Southern Smoke)
Like the strip on the side of that Matchbox
You forgot? Get your Glock
Make sure it ain't on padlock
Ridin 'til that cash got
Dip into your stash spot
Got to spend to make it, so go get it
Stack the cash out
Let's get it like it is fit if
We get it to split it
Let's get it like we don't got
To have it in a minute
Don't matter you got to go out
And get it or quit it stay on them bows
Bowes like Riddick
Stay tellin hoes "forget it"
But my mind 'bout my money man
Got to have grind "Dada dada dah" dog it's
Lookin like it's Bat-time
Purchase somethin fast
(what kind?) , the black on black kind
That I'm, goin to write off
Soon as it's tax time, cause that's mine
How to be, a millionaire
Got to stick to your script, never change up
Keep a lot of whips, got to change up
And if it's hot put them thangs up (yeah)
You ain't got to buck it all
Put that change up
And that's the way you stack that mail up
Shorty got jammed, got to change the sale up
But keep it real, get his male up
You'll get it back nigga, get that bread up
And stay away from these snitches
Cause it's BOB - Bread Over these Bitches
It's 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 the bubble lines
(Southern Smoke)
Like the strip on the side of that Matchbox
You forgot? Get your Glock
Make sure it ain't on padlock
Ridin 'til that cash got
Dip into your stash spot
Got to spend to make it, so go get it
Stack the cash out
Let's get it like it is fit if
We get it to split it
Let's get it like we don't got
To have it in a minute
Don't matter you got to go out
And get it or quit it stay on them bows
Bowes like Riddick
Stay tellin hoes "forget it"
But my mind 'bout my money man
Got to have grind "Dada dada dah" dog it's
Lookin like it's Bat-time
Purchase somethin fast
(what kind?) , the black on black kind
That I'm, goin to write off
Soon as it's tax time, cause that's mine