Nelly - Tho Dem Wraps lyrics

I boss thru in a Hummer
Murphy the Don, Lizzie, keyuan
With the best thunder than Shaun Jon
You don't want none partna I gather up and
Leavin' heads swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the Budda thumpin' niggas outa
And just the teach a lesson
I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, 'tics live for the street life
Eat right, fuck good
And reffer thru the pipe
And give me head all night

And if it's some beef
I pumpin' lead on sight
Until they deceased, I took ya head off right
I live in the beast
Nigga, where the Feds, play sheist
I still floss ice, keep it tight every time
Call me the Black Liberace
When I'm playing mine
Thats how I flow when I gotta get mine
Anyway it go
Whether it be rapping or with the four four
Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
And get the dough

Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
And get the dough

My nigga, I can make a million
Blind-folded, with no shows
Using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer
And folk O's gimmie low does and a connect
That neva closed and watch me lock it down
From North County to BenRos
Fuck some Mo-Mo's
Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on

I leave that before it's gone
'Fore they even bring it home
Matta fact, I'll tell you what's in the back
It's all gone
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Match it leather car seat
In case my son get in
I spare one off in the back
In case he bring his friend
Play Station just in case a
Nigga think he can win let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
And get the dough

Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
And get the dough

I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die

I say now, tho yo wrappers off in tha air
But only if the ice on
Your wrist cause glares
I gettin' stares from down bitches
Thats eatin' alone
West missies, 1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris's
On the table
Arms the strong ripp off the label
No more shows for free
I'm pay per view like cable
They all screamin' my name
Different shades and race
Take them all backstage and
Lett'em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga
Standin' in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with
Out changing my face
They threw the weak plan B says who? Says me
Then whats plan A
'cause plan B is a BOMB case

Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
And get the dough

Let's make a million
Keep it real for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
And get the dough

I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die

All my Midwest niggas tryin' to make a meal
Tho dem wrappas (And the Dough-O)
All my Dirty South niggas tryin'
To make a meal tho dem wrappas
(And the Dough-O)
All my West Coast niggas tryin'
To make a meal tho dem wrappas
(And the Dough-O)
All my East Coast niggas tryin'
To make a meal tho dem wrappas
(And the Dough-O)