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Styles P Make Millions

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

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

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

mack all the ghosts Oaktown style is the only way I catch a new freak every day It's not the Yellow Brick Road It's called the 'Foothill Strip' Stand on your toes, make

make your head alternate 'Cause while you stabbing, I'm jabbing you get to rapping and acting And try to make it a habit, but tricks ain't for silly rabbits Flawless style

Look how I flip, ain't this a bitch? Now I'm making you dance Yeah, it's Show B I Z from your neighbor H double O D I R A P because I wanna stay fat

make no sense for you to pray for your life I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY Styles

time, I'll say a rhyme A brand-new style, ruthless and wild Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun 'Cause even then, I'm still number one Blastmaster krs-one of course Comes to express with style

P And see Dee, you know we know The way today I say, I'm not a Leo The King is Dee and Jay, he score a P.O That's left to smile a while, keep grinning