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

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

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

I never show no soft like a bar of chalk

Blowing doses with my coalition

Put it down since detention

Binge or brink not associating with counterfeits

25 a kick put me in the chronic shift

My mouthpiece rips like a weapon

The?

wanna metal so I’m organized

All my career circumsized rolling packs of 5s

Huddled up you lacking on your grin, while niggas cuddled up

Me and my niggas bubbled up bouncing raps and?

now

20 inches on a Saleen fast crosses hundred pound triple beam

Hustle dream packing M16's with the?

attached

Took me a while to scratch the surface

Now I’m on purpose

Could be in service in church if you wanna purchase

Burn the competition with a proposition

And I always smoke on the barr fucking spinach

I’m tryna be a Millionaire Gangster but still bend corners in a Chevrolet

Do that gangster shit everyday you better check my resume

I come from a turf where rollers get whipped

Yola gets cooked

And if you floss nigga yo shit a sho get took

Me and my nigga S to the KY just hooked up with Rich and Rush

And we slicker than K-Y, Jelly

San quentin and is back up to telly

We really gonna go silly if the situation gets smelly

Then Makaveli they jelly they can’t fuck with no made men

They concentrated on hatin', hating they pockets is thin

Its no win for them suckers in

I’m with 3 savage and motherfucker I stay paid

I’m E’d up, roll the weed up

My nigga Don Juan them bomb tracks to make a motherfucker heat up

Turn the beat up nigga you feeling it ain’t ya

Just some real niggas tryna be some millionaire gangstas

Some millionaire gangstas

Some millionaire gangstas