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Music Video
Millionaire Dream
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Tymers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Wayne
Composer
Mannie Fresh
Composer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
Kedrick Moore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wassup
This the life, ****
Check
[Verse 2]
I got ten 'round my neck, twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck, ah, million dollar kiss
Pull up in my Lexus, sippin' on Dom P
Call me lil' baby Pacino of CMB
I floss everyday, whoady
Knowin' to shine like a crushed wined face Roley
What the deal on the real, it's all about the scrill
Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills, uh
Ridin' to myself up in my baby Benz
Playin' tens, goin' shoppin' with my lady friends
Flyin' to Nashville, me and Bob splittin' eighty
Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby
See the S on my back symbolize my click
See the S on my neck symbolize we rich
Always wonderful, Baby gotta see it to believe it
All this ice and rich heights, man, it's off the heezy
Fifteen and I'm workin' with a hundred and better
And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel, what
[Verse 3]
I got ten 'round my neck (Uh, uh)
And baguettes on my wrist (Bling)
See we ball till we fall (La-la)
Livin' a millionaire's dream (Wootey)
I got ten 'round my neck (Word, word)
And baguettes on my wrist (Bling)
See we ball till we fall (La)
Livin' a millionaire's dream (Wootey)
[Verse 4]
Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit
That most **** out here can't fuck with
Sixty-five on rims to get they mind right
They took the cash money piece and put twenty, all night
Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch
Check the crown of the the Roley from the flick of the wrist
Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in
If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million
Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin' 'round with them hoes
Me and Slim was parlayin', makin' deals in the rose
Wayne and Manny in a Hummer spittin' game to bitch
B-G and Juvi in a Benz bumpin' hot boys this
Big Thymers, oh it's nothin' nice, I ain't sellin' for shit
If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get
Drop-top, C-D changer, come equipped with the phone
Cash money, Big Thymers, and we ride one chrome
Playa haters want to picture me fallin'
If you could picture 'Pac rollin', then you can picture me ballin'
Livin' good, lookin' good, playin' cards with the shite
C-M-R Hot Boys, Big Thymers for life, ****
Yeah, we drinkin' diamonds and gold
For the nine scrilla, biatch
[Verse 5]
I got ten 'round my neck (Word, word)
And baguettes on my wrist (Bling)
See we ball till we fall (La)
Livin' a millionaire's dream (Wootey)
I got ten 'round my neck (Uh, uh)
And baguettes on my wrist (Bling)
See we ball till we fall (C-M-B)
Livin' a millionaire's dream (Wootey)
[Verse 6]
****, I got millions stashed
So I can buy these buildings and duck these killings
And tippin' these **** tryna have billions
And I just wanna raise my two children
Goin' to these white folks and demandin' millions
Havin' 'em sayin' cash money worth figures
And tippin' 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em
And I done did my dirt in the process tryna make millions
See, I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime
Like makin' money. commitin' these stupid crimes
But I still got my ghetto stripes
When I pimp in the game
'Cause I love the hustle all through the night
'Cause when I hit my block, it's like the Pope done stopped
I have them lil' children sayin' "Baby, please don't stop"
Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes ain't right
Hustlin' all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right
I'm goin' holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right
Vamp boy, nothin' else, cruise to the next life
Me and Bryan got two bitches we goin' fuck tonight
If they don't give up the pussy, hotel, they get left tonight
That's how it be when you worth some G's, man
You can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit, you dig
[Verse 7]
I got ten 'round my neck (Uh, uh)
And baguettes on my wrist (Bling)
See we ball till we fall (La-la)
Livin' a millionaire's dream (Wootey)
I got ten 'round my neck (Word, word)
And baguettes on my wrist (Bling)
See we ball till we fall (C-M-B)
Livin' a millionaire's dream (Wootey)
[Verse 8]
Young **** wearin' cracka gators
All my life, eatin' steak and potatoes
Valet, please get the beige Mercedes
Its beautiful, baby, la-la, don't hate us
Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular
Performance like Acura, got these stayin' like Dracula (Woo)
How you like that diamond bezel
Blindin' everythin up in this bitch when i hit the shiny pebble
It's marvelous, the life I live
Smile, pretty child, got plenty of crystal to give
Rolex for every day of the week
Blowin' cars and all kinds of shit with my brother Keith
Steaks and fettuccini, lil girls in bikinis
Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini
Givin' all these project hoes the weenie
On radios and videos, y'all hoes seen me
Lifestyles of the rich and richer
Look on any bad bitch wall, you goin' see my picture
Wildlife on my feet every day of the week
Now how that shit hit you?
Look here, Baby, I'ma get with you
Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, Kedrick Moore, Lil Wayne, Mannie Fresh
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