Testi M.G. - Rich The Factor, Rush, Mac Dre

M.G.

Once I turn millionaire gangsta\nWith 30 or 40 mill I’ll be on? or? flapping my tail\nThrough the smallest cities Des Moines to Mississippi\nAll around through Dallas, 5 million dollar palace\nWith a maid like Alice cooking and tossing salad\nDodging the feds and the marshals in a? porsche to Cali'\nFrisco to the Valley got play me and rush pop the 99 tre and start aqua dre\nRapper gone bad plus the sky pad\n19 inch rims I ain’t mad\nCounting cash no money counters\nWe pack straps so we pay the club faster\nWe smoke Amsterdam every state that we hit\nFifty thousand twice a week\nFull heated cause I’m in love with the streets\nI know how snakes can be that jealously make niggas wanna kill cause they ain’t\nwinning' like me\nI’m from the streets of San Fransisco, born and raised\nI grew up in this gat way back in the days\nI was raised by ghetto billionaires but I can’t say names\nKansas city be the place where I’m shipping things\nI got the coke for dirt cheap down in the back where I stay\nAnd all you baller blocking niggas stay the fuck out the way\nI’m getting cash money, yeah, that dirty fast money, that mansion and yacht\nAnd that S class money\nWe organized crime bosses setting up shop\nTaking over cities and building million dollar spots\nYa bitches is fascinated with my foreign lifestyle\nI’m floss ballin' at the bank yes «iced out»\nWell known for sending a bitch to the hoe track\nCause its gangster pimpin' on mine\nI’m a feel low mac In a big body sky blue supersport impala\nCheck my stats, I’m a major league baller\nKnocking patches out you? with my nigga Rich The Factor\nAnd a rapper gone bat and young rush strapped up\nAnd y’all can’t fuck with this Millionaire Gangsta\nI said y’all can’t fuck with this Millionaire Gangsta\nI never show no soft like a bar of chalk\nBlowing doses with my coalition\nPut it down since detention\nBinge or brink not associating with counterfeits\n25 a kick put me in the chronic shift\nMy mouthpiece rips like a weapon\nThe? wanna metal so I’m organized\nAll my career circumsized rolling packs of 5s\nHuddled up you lacking on your grin, while niggas cuddled up\nMe and my niggas bubbled up bouncing raps and? now\n20 inches on a Saleen fast crosses hundred pound triple beam\nHustle dream packing M16's with the? attached\nTook me a while to scratch the surface\nNow I’m on purpose\nCould be in service in church if you wanna purchase\nBurn the competition with a proposition\nAnd I always smoke on the barr fucking spinach\nI’m tryna be a Millionaire Gangster but still bend corners in a Chevrolet\nDo that gangster shit everyday you better check my resume\nI come from a turf where rollers get whipped\nYola gets cooked\nAnd if you floss nigga yo shit a sho get took\nMe and my nigga S to the KY just hooked up with Rich and Rush\nAnd we slicker than K-Y, Jelly\nSan quentin and is back up to telly\nWe really gonna go silly if the situation gets smelly\nThen Makaveli they jelly they can’t fuck with no made men\nThey concentrated on hatin', hating they pockets is thin\nIts no win for them suckers in\nI’m with 3 savage and motherfucker I stay paid\nI’m E’d up, roll the weed up\nMy nigga Don Juan them bomb tracks to make a motherfucker heat up\nTurn the beat up nigga you feeling it ain’t ya\nJust some real niggas tryna be some millionaire gangstas\nSome millionaire gangstas\nSome millionaire gangstas