E.S.G. & Slim Thug - Street Millionaire lyrics

Feat. Lil' O (*talking*) Boss Hogg Outlaws, street millionaires You know we getting this street money, sh** Whether it's weed, ki's or c.d.s Trying to get it with the M-O's Now Slim hit em where it hurt (ha) [Slim Thug] The trunk open boppers scoping, but don't watch me I'm shotgun with Sleepy, watching eight TV's Right behind that Chi-Town, and we headed to Cali Popping candy blue do's, on a thoed Denali Riding like we in a rally, candy coats crawl spokes Live like rich white folks, and float million dolla boats I spend six hundred c-notes, to decorate my throat And got a mansion house snow, with the dope to smoke Whole lifetime from being broke, my grand kids gon ball I bought a car by the bar, and still knock down the mall A young Hogg is what I'm called, when I step in the place Cause when I step up in the place, my diamonds up in your face Staying on a paper chase, so I'm shaking the leaves I proceed to block bleed, cause getting green is what I need The Re-Rolex Times, and sip the moet wine Boss Hogg boys blind, when it's time to shine ha [Hook - 2x] We read Rolex Times, and sip the moet wine Not a Cash Money brother, but I know how to shine Start up my rhymes, and now my diamonds glare I'm a self made, full paid street millionaire [Lil' O] I ain't never been a roach, on a leash or side kick Like these other b**h n***as that's broke, and ride dick How the f** you boys only sell dope, to buy kicks No wonder how I glow, and hop out the fly six I'm a street millionaire, cause I mash the gas And watch you other boys flash, how I stash my cash I'm known for wrecking boys face, mash they a** in half When I pull up in the drop top, Jag on gla** I'm on my note, princess cuts on my throat Plus you can tell by the soft mink, on my coat And watch you boys on the block, I'm on the boat Getting head from a red, that give the longest strokes I keeps it real, I'm all about eating meals I don't hang with nan n***a, that ain't seeking mills Till he's on the pay roll, and they keep a steal I make a call, boys getting hit with heat then chill, for real [Hook] [E.S.G.] Now we balling in the Bentley, big bodies and Benzes The way my twenties spin, they go clean to the dentist 'Fore my son turn one, I hang with 2001's Eddie Bauer car seats, so me and him can have fun Talking stocks and bonds, public seeing my dones Super charged Impala, pop my collar like the Fonz' Ten karats on my teeth, then the karats on my charm Add the karats on my arm, that's more than a rabbit farm I got Phat Farm, but I don't need a outfit Talking bout the Texas rent, cost two point six Street rich four point six, Range Rover for winter In the summer catch me gunning, platinum leather on the list Chrome on Bentley and the Benz, sick my light on the mirror For the wife birthday, two thousand at the galleria If my diamonds were more clear, I'd line the palaya Now it's time to thank us, for buying Texas a stadium [Hook - 2x]