מילים לשיר Sad Millionaire – Luniz

Can I do my thang?? Speak on it. Oh, oh, ohhh.
Oh, oh, ohh, hey. Verse 1 Uh. Niggaz be havin the mutha fuckin blues,
like 5I won't lie,
homicide,
gram will cry,
pray for me that I won't die,
I won't try,
suicide,
bullets fly,
drivedon't let it slide, do or die,
you an I, slide by,
catch them niggaz off my side,
wit nothin to hide body die rot,
on they porch,
type retaliation,
when I expectin some sort of driveunder styles I lace, MOBBulation,
lets begin breakin down the situation,
when, the end of our frustration,
so while we racin down the block, wit a thirtythe cops is waitin to umm,
accelerate on yo vehicle,
run down yo vehicle,
even if they have to gun down yo vehicle,
nigga, up in these highpolice they be the Rosco Bico train,
swervin in an outta lanes,
runnin from Oeh, though, eh, way,
what they throw away,
pistol,
every mutha fucka wanna peep. Chorus x2
Millionaire!
Dreams of big millions play.
Ever seen a sad millionaire?
I thought that money make us happy.
Verse 2 What if I was a millionaire,
a major playa on the block,
huh,
that a mac daddy, drivin a black Caddy couldn't stop,
hella strap happy,
cuz niggaz slangin all my rocks,
point yo gats at me,
I don't know where uzis to yo knot,
fo fuckin wit the big shot,
I was juss flat droppin g bannos on the ground,
be down,
that's one of my shit, an get shot,
only the baddest bitches jock,
get chosen,
global shouts,
for bitches out there who be voguin,
brand new hundred dolla billz, an a choppa,
on the collar of poppa,
where niggaz strapped fo real, like Chubacca,
who got the gonga,
cuz I be high like phone doctor,
spark on vodka,
eatin lobster, bumpin Frank Sinatra,
like Vinny Blanca,
Smokecome back in the end juss to haunt ya,
plus I twist a Benz like Big Poppa,
what's the big proper use,
go get yo bread an do what ya gots to be a,
millionaire playa.
Chorus x2 Verse 3
Uh.
You niggaz juss created a monsta,
fuck a type, I smoke gonga,
in the Bahammas,
fuckin yo baby mama,
doggystyle (whoo,wee!)
two wow, you wow,
who wow "Bout it, Bout it",
doubt man,
niggaz be claimin they be the Ice Cream Man,
but I doubt it, doubt it,
be rowdy,
smokin blunts, an crunchin weed, sex,
hit the paper chasin clout it,
sky up out the ugly four day laspend two g's at every function I be at,
fresh outta drug rehabs,
believe that, BITCH!
Ya mind is Smokegrab bitches by the throatthat's what ya told the cops,
I hold the glock,
aim it an fire,
retire another nigga,
nameless,
game is fo hire,
we're so called "potnaz", fuck 'em,
light as I'm a tuck her,
desire chariots fire,
an dust em off wit a choppa, I can't rush 'em,
gotta bust 'em,
too skinny I can't trust 'em,
an when the mutha fuckaz got meal tickets you might have to love 'em,
an that's fo real.
Nigga. Chorus x5 Have all this fuckin money, an still ain't happy. Nigga, still got
problems wit stress, mutha fuckaz juss think you got it made, they try
to rob you an shit, yo own potnaz in the hood juss wanna love you. Fuck
money, I wish I didn't have it, cuz when I didn't have it it was all
do you, skanless boy, this is Nine Skrillion, make a million bucks.
Now ya got money everybody wanna kill me, nigga, ya own relatives wanna
good, niggaz loved me when I was juss drinkin brew an shit at the store.
Millionaire.