weed and get mother fucking smoked brother Cut the dumb shit Cuz I run shit You can get harmed when my palms on the gun grip All I want is Millions,
, G-String, Shoe String Point Of View, Hey Lend Me Ya Body, You Got Me In A Zone Bet A Million In A Half Past, I Can Make You Explode You Dont Wanna Brave
P-P-P-Pow, it's the truest, p-p-p-pow Who in Soopa Villains illin, p-p-p-pow [Violent J] P-p-p-pow, I'ma blow your mouth all the way out So when somebody
fuck about you That's what it is [Styles] I aint got a moment to waste I'm tryin to get to your head, so I gotta make room in your face And they can'
Chorus] [Styles P.] Yeah... nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface I don't sell millions but I get millions from the v's who smoke base Somebody leavin'
-ld like December Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million
: (feat. Killer Mike, Jay-Z) [Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass [K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI [K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration
: (feat. P. Diddy) It's bad boy bitch Do it to it P- It feels good to be back, I missed ya Relax ya mind, let your conscience be free and I'm rolling
just the R.I.P., a player's type of dedication What's rap without the game, gangsters, and villains My fears of this calls me on got to make a killing
all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical The resevoir is now open I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style We hold
that "G" and we Trying to get somewhere I gotta get somewhere I can't fail (Why) Nigga ain't made for jail I remember when I had a million dolla bail
wanna do is make you dance No standing on the wall [JD] Get your back up off the wall, c'mon All we wanna do is make you dance No standing on the wall
divvies make The presidential should look like strawberry shortcake, P Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed in, me unscratched in That millionaire boys club fashion Uh, you niggas is clones I hand out styles
moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make
than you Get yours, get yours baby I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't understand Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up Will he style
nd grade I'd go home, write a poem, put it right to a beat What I would do what I would say if we would one day meet Started gettin' older, still lovin' your style
and my beats be pumpin' loud like samba schools to make you move this party will never end, no baby it's never over all the millions of brazilians come and make
the real kick it You might get killed nigga or make a mill ticket Move down South 'cuz the town is wild Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style I raised
