let you know I'm coming home in the millions I will call you from the road (From the road) To let you know I'm coming home in the millions Cause' here
To let you know I'm coming home in the millions I will call you from the road (From the road) To let you know I'm coming home in the millions Cause'
can feel it It's on my side tonight, and I can feel it. I will call you from the road to let you know I'm coming home In the millions One, two, yeah
(Chorus) One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
G and you a hoe Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy I'm the coolest in the city bitch While
fly, [Verse 1 - Fat Joe] I'm supa dupa fly, you can call me Missy's boo, Pull up in the SLR, have all the mamis sick of you, All them college credits
thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags, then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass. You wanna rumble? I'm sick of bein' humble, give ya
Eastside partner, Big Snoopy D-O Turned like D-lo, catch me on your TiVo Long Beach with me, the city and the turf chump Get turf stomped, fuckin with
Verse 3 - Gucci Mane] I had the city on my back But now I wear it on my neck 800 thousand dollars worth of diamonds just to flex That Wayne Williams shit was sick
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Hey! (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Mr. Wipe Down, here (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Here with Foxx-a-million (?Cause I?
and that pipe just dogging the hoes In the City of Dope, and the story goes Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves In the City of Dope, where
Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted Without parent or certified adult guardian They'll fry your brain, they're sick as hell Jolly good fun, you
Ridas playboys (Ya highness!) Fuckin wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!) We back in this mutha fucka 9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40
this is all 'bout u Every other city we go, every other video (It's all 'bout u) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe (Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha) Every other city
Game, nigga where? Posted on the block in them black Airs, In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear, Yeah, that V12 is roarin', Flyin' through the city
inner visions, mysticism call me Mr. Wisdom They wanna turn the globe into a prison And being sick is better than being dead 'Cause when you sick and
fingers) and rims on your ride You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray in (Just to pray in) Or a million dollar house for you to
