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    Millionaire Dream"
    (feat. Bun B (U.G.K.), Lil' Wayne)

    This the life nigga
    [Verse 1]
    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 but you ain't know it was C.M.B.
    I floss everyday wootay
    Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley
    What the deal on the real it's all about scrill
    Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah
    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 $ on my back symbolize my click
    See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich
    Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it
    All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy
    Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better
    And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel
    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    I got ten around my neck (mm mm)
    And baguettes on my wrist [Bling]
    See we ball till we fall (la la)
    Livin a millionaires dream (wootay)
    [Verse 2]
    Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit
    That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit
    Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right
    Then 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 Roley from the flick to 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 around with them hoes
    Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose
    Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch
    B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this
    Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit
    If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get
    Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone
    Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome
    Playa Haters want to picture me fallin'
    If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin
    Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the ???
    CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga
    Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold
    For the nine scrilla, biatch [echo]
    [Verse 3]
    Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings
    And duck these killings
    And tipping these niggas tryina have billions
    I just wanna raise my two children
    Going to these white folks and demandin millions
    Havin 'em saying 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, committing these stupid crimes
    But I still got my ghetto stripes
    When I'm pimp in the game
    Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night
    Cuz, 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 and right
    Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right
    I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right
    ??? so I'ma cruise to the next life
    Me and  Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight
    If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight
    That's how it be worth some G's
    Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit
    You dig
    [Baby Talking]
    [Verse 4]
    Young niggas wearin cracka gators
    All my life eatin steak and potatoes
    Valet please get the beige Mercedes
    It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us
    Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular
    Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula
    Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel
    Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal  
    It's marvelous, the life I live
    Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give
    Rolex's for everyday of the week
    Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith
    Steaks and fetuccini, 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
    Life styles of the rich and richer
    Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture
    Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week
    Now how that shit hit you
    Look here Baby I'ma get wit you

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