Mac Dre - Millionaire Gangsta lyrics

[Verse 1: Rich The Factor] Once I turn millionaire gangsta With 30 or 40 mill I'll be on ? or ? flapping my tail Through the smallest cities Des Moines to Missisipi All around thru Dallas 5 million dollar palace With a maid like alice cooking and tossing salad Dodging the feds and the marshals in a ? porsche to cali Frisco to theValley got play me and rush pop the 99 tre and start aqua dre Rapper gone bad plus the sky pad 19 inch rims I ain't mad Counting cash no money counters We pack straps so we pay the club faster We smoke Amsterdam every state that we hit Fifty thousand twice a week Full heated cause I'm in love with the streets I know how snakes can be that jealously make n***as wanna k** cause they ain't winning' like me [Verse 2: Sky Balla] I'm from the streets of San Fransisco, born and raised I grew up in this gat way back in the days I was raised by ghetto billionaires but I can't say names Kansas city be the place where I'm shipping things I got the coke for dirt cheap down in the back where I stay And all you baller blocking n***as stay the f** out the way I'm getting cash money, yeah, that dirty fast money, that mansion and yacht And that S cla** money We organized crime bosses setting up shop Taking over cities and building million dollar spots Ya b**hes is fascinated with my foreign lifestyle I'm floss ballin' at the bank yes "iced out" Well known for sending a b**h to the hoe track Cause its gangster pimpin' on mine I'm a feel low mac In a big body sky blue supersport impala Check my stats, I'm a major league baller Knocking patches out you ? with my n***a Rich The Factor And a rapper gone bat and young rush strapped up And y'all can't f** with this Millionaire Gangsta I said y'all can't f** with this Millionaire Gangsta [Verse 3: Rush] I never show no soft like a bar of chalk Blowing doses with my coalition Put it down since detention Binge or brink not a**ociating with counterfeits 25 a kick put me in the chronic shift I mount these rifts like a weapon The ? wanna metal so I'm organized All my career circumsized rolling packs of 5s Huddled up you lacking on your grin, while n***as cuddled up Me and my n***as bubbled up bouncing raps and ? now 20 inches on a Saleen fast crosses hundred pound triple beam Hustle dream packing M16's with the ? attached Took me a while to scratch the surface Now I'm on purpose Could be in service in church if you wanna purchase Burn the competition with a proposition And I always smoke on the barr f**ing spinach [Verse 4: Mac Dre] I'm tryna be a Millionaire Gangster but still bend corners in a Chevrolet Do that gangster sh** everyday you better check my resume I come from a turf where rollers get whipped Yola gets cooked And if you floss n***a yo sh** a sho get took Me and my n***a S to the KY just hooked up with Rich and Rush And we slicker than K-Y, Jelly San quentin and is back up to telly We really gonna go silly if the situation gets smelly Then Makaveli they jelly they can't f** with no made men They concentrated on hatin', hating they pockets is thin Its no win for them s**ers in I'm with 3 savage and motherf**er I stay paid I'm E'd up, roll the weed up My n***a Don Juan them bomb tracks to make a motherf**er heat up Turn the beat up n***a you feeling it ain't ya Just some real n***as tryna be some millionaire gangstas Some millionaire gangstas Some millionaire gangstas