[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 Mississippi
All around through 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 the Valley 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 niggas wanna kill 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 niggas stay the fuck out the way
I’m getting cash money, yeah, that dirty fast money, that mansion and yacht
And that S class money
We organized crime bosses setting up shop
Taking over cities and building million dollar spots
Ya bitches is fascinated with my foreign lifestyle
I’m floss ballin’ at the bank yes "iced out"
Well known for sending a bitch 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 nigga Rich The Factor
And a rapper gone bat and young rush strapped up
And y’all can’t fuck with this Millionaire Gangsta
I said y’all can’t fuck with this Millionaire Gangsta
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 Mississippi
All around through 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 the Valley 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 niggas wanna kill 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 niggas stay the fuck out the way
I’m getting cash money, yeah, that dirty fast money, that mansion and yacht
And that S class money
We organized crime bosses setting up shop
Taking over cities and building million dollar spots
Ya bitches is fascinated with my foreign lifestyle
I’m floss ballin’ at the bank yes "iced out"
Well known for sending a bitch 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 nigga Rich The Factor
And a rapper gone bat and young rush strapped up
And y’all can’t fuck with this Millionaire Gangsta
I said y’all can’t fuck with this Millionaire Gangsta
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