Mannie Fresh - Tryin 2 Make A Million lyrics

[Verse 1:Juvenile] Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors You talked about me bad but what you doin Nothin but walkin round tha projects shoo-shooing Get mad when I flash tha karats don't want to see me have it I guess tomorrow I'll be smokin a 'gar in Paris My cellular ring, ok let's pick up this change Beeper blowin up, I'm lookin down at tha game I'm steady changin cars so tha feds won't mess wit me Park tha Q 4-5 and hop in tha Cherokee At about 8:30 I'll be rollin in a millennium Sippin on condact on my way to my condominium Been rollin livin lavish, eatin in commanders palace b**hes attracted to tha savage Where n***as is chillin, sleepin in tha Royce and tha Getta My girlfriend is my berretta, I never left her What you know about them Beamers and Moe-Moe's Them Lexus 4-doors and them '97 Volvos Hell I might as well buy me a castle instead And get fed some grace by Miss USA [Hook (Juvenile)] How can I make a million? Without tha feds investigating my building I know n***as gone try me, I'ma have to k** them But I'ma keep on makin money up until then [Verse 2: Baby] Golds and hoes, n***as doin videos My everyday wear is Reeboks and Girbauds Young n***a look I'm smarter than Russell Simmons And I got more money than tha average n***a I done sold coke n***a, I done hit blocks I done sold rocks, tha cheap sh** had to stop I had to be tha biggest n***a on VL block So I bust open me a quarter ki spot Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot A hundred G's a week n***a, so I couldn't stop Now I done stole me a few ki's I'm tha only young n***a Uptown frontin Q-P's You don't believe me ask Joe Casey My background coke history speak for me Diamonds and gold all across tha T-O-P And all these hoes wanna ride in my Lexus Jeep If it ain't cheddar or cheese it ain't gravy And these car stealin hoes stay up off tha street And these playa hatin n***as need to stop pa**in through tha UPT And all my new hoes gone ride in my Hummer But I got a top of tha line b**h beside me And if a n***a f** up my ho gone ride for me See I'll put change on my own brain b**h I spent 50 G's bullet proofin my Hummer man 25 G's on Fresh's Suburban n***a We all pack vests n***a, I know you heard me n***a Big Rufus got a Tec and a Lex and he flexin And if a n***a disrespect God gone have to bless em And let his mom dress em cause it's all good It's all gravy, b**h n***a stop playa hatin [Hook] [Verse 3 : Mannie Fresh] I done did more hoes than Michael Jackson done shows I done made more money than Tommy sale clothes I don't think that you can umout shine me man You need to um stand behind me man Come through this b**h lit up like December Givin all these pretty hoes something to remember I'ma n***a wit some endangered specie boots Spillin crystal on tha floor oppps Picture me and yo old' lady bu*t naked and sh** She drunker than a muthaf**a, s**in my dick I just gave yo ho a hundred for her trouble And I'm telling her we can bade in Moet bubbles Separate my money, and then Big Tymers whip they a** wit 20's and 10's