Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Ricardo Emmanu Brown Jr., Nathaniel D. Hale, Corey Miller, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Cordozar Calvin Broadus
Whassup y'all
C Murder Bossalinie of the rap industry
With my niggas Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, No Limit livin' legend
Y'all muthafuckers know what I mean out there
I cop a Benz at the age of twenty one, nigga
I fuck hoes and smoke weed for fun nigga
From the streets to the muthafuckin' record stores
And sell a million discs at blockbuster videos
Bitches formin' lines at my concerts
Them thug niggas sell drugs off my inserts
A eight figure nigga gettin' bigger
I wear No Limit gear nigga so fuck Tommy Hilfiger
And renegotiate my court case, fuck a plea
And call Cochran there's a million on legal fees
Charge it to the game, that's what Silkk said
My name ringin' like the muthafuckin flu spread
Give me a shot 'cause I'm sick wid it
(Sick wid it)
The tank on the back, the ghetto niggas gotta get it
I make money so fuck all them haters with the mean stares
I wanna be a ghetto millionaire
Gangstad up, then you know I don't fuck
I got the blue khaki's with the gangsta chucks
All at once was deserveing me
Got the homies on East Side serving me
Yeah, we do what gangstas do, me make them gangsta figures
And I surround myself with only gangsta niggas
We be on the streets in the gray or blue on the smash
Dippin' on the look off of crack
My homies got a couple birds locked up in the stash
Snitches spreadin' through the hood like rash
Be like me and do with it off
And you could be a ghetto millionaire like me and my doggs
We don't take it away quash
Especially fuckin' around with a bitch
I'm me and I don't give a fuck
A ghetto millionaire and bitch I just don't care
Bitch I just don't care
Shot gun blasts are heard
When I rip, dip, flip, slip and swerve
Through the hood in the muthafucking drop top thangs
I'm bangin' G Thang once again
My clip, my glock, I click it, I cock it
Got my heat in my pocket, I blast like a rocket
It's like a gang bang movie say up jump the boogie
While you moving from the side of my heat
I'm never too big to say hello in the ghetto
Niggas spit hot metal, keep your foot on the pedal
I'm from the East Side of the LBC
Where the bitches quick to set a young nigga up baby
Never let a bitch play you
From the streets to the sweets make that bitch pay you
And obey you, who said the game was fair
Get your hustle on nigga and become the next ghetto millionaire
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Whassup nigga, huh, No Limit, 'cause I'm in it
'Cause I'm in it muthafucker, Third Ward
C-Murder, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg and Kurupt in this muthafucker
DPG nigga, you know we still off the gangsta shit
The tank, for the real niggas
Straight from the projects
Nigga you know what I mean when I say fuckin' ghetto millionaire?
What nigga, just a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets
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