[Bow Wow] (Talking) Ah ah Soulja Boy ah man ah man this ya boy Bow Wow right I?m saying man we? We gotta sho these niggas what we got in common Man you
we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back For foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they forgot how to act Eight million
[Black Rob] (P. Diddy) Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues) Tootsie rolls (We still here) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR I had this bad bitch uptown,
you go (Now what you call that?) Said I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (Yeah, you got my back, right?) I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy
if you dolled up, I got the voodoo for you bitches Yeah, I'm busy getting rich, I don't want trouble I made enough for two niggas, boy I stunt double
must climb out Dig out, crawl out, hide from the fallout 'Cause when I get mad, I go all out Ice cooler than the coldest cube, dude And when I'm micin', boy
And I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it going on I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million dollar
do it, I'm so hood Cut it off, go Hollywood, bitch I would if I could (I can't help it) The city wouldn't be shit without me 15 million dollar houses
, yeah Rize in big boy ice Let me put this big boy in yo life Thang, get so wet, ya hit so right Let me put this big boy in yo life That's right, yeah
cameras, snappin' them D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African All because this fool was harassin' them Tryin' to play the boy
me I got myself a sponsor Baby girl like the way I tote the Louis bags Souljaboy Tellem, got a million dollar swag We gettin' money, all about the dollar
(gucci) I'm on my way to see my po I ain't talkin bout probation office talkin bout my po partner just sent me 3 million dollars (what the fuck that
floor of the balcony bitch Live it how we live it Moula, Drizzy You what it is, young boy appreciate that Yeah it's big money popping baby boy Ain't
you will ever see me free Big money J, much as you can get for me Atlantic records say just make another hit for me I tell 'em, cut a hundred million dollar
You are now rockin' wit' The Symphony, yes, sir It's ya boy Fliperachi, the number one fly boy I'm in the building wit' my girl Mya You know we doin'
million dolla car straight hood nigga feelin like a fuckin star Drank cognac smellin like the fuckin bar from the looks of the watch he must be sellin boy
model Bitch, I'm a model, called a photographer Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot, partner Bitch, I'm a model, millionaire posture Jewelry cost me over one million dollars
(A milli, a milli, a milli) I?ma millionaire I?m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn?t