Nelly — Tho Dem Wrappas

[Verse 1] Uh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Kyjuan With the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want none Partner, I got a rep for leaving heads swollen up On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggas quota And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life Eat right, fuck good, and reefer thru the Pipe I'm gettin' head all night, and if it's some beef I pumpin' lead on sight until they deceased I took ya head off right, I live in the Beast Nigga, where the feds, play Sheist, I still floss ice Keep it tight errtime, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine, that's how I flow I gotta get mine, partner, any way it go Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4 [Chorus] Let's make a million, keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich, go Platinum and do shows and get the dough Let's make a million, keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich, go Platinum and do shows and get the dough [Verse 2] My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows Using no flows, just Arm-n-Hammer and four O's Gimmie low-do's and a connect, that is never closed And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos Fuck some Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all chrome On the Navigata equipped to click and log on I leave that, before its gone 'fore they even bring it home Matter of fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all gone Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in Match it leather car seat, in case my son get in I spare one off in the back in case he brings his friend PlayStation just in case a nigga think he can win [Chorus] Let's make a million, keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich, go Platinum and do shows and get the dough Let's make a million, keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich, go Platinum and do shows and get the dough [Post-Chorus] I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die [Verse 3] I say now, tho yo wrappers off in the air But only if the ice on your wrist cause glurrs, I'm gettin' Stares from dime bitches, is he alone, where's his Mrs 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris's On the Table, arms the strong rip off the Label No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like Cable They all screamin' my name, different shades and race Take them all backstage and let 'em plead they case Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place Sound Scan like Thrilla without changin' my face They threw a weak plan B says who? (Says Mase) Then what's plan A 'cause plan B about papes [Chorus] Let's make a million, keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich, go Platinum and do shows and get the dough Let's make a million, keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich, go Platinum and do shows and get the dough [Post-Chorus] I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die [Outro] All my Midwest niggas tryna make a mill Tho dem wrappas (and the Dough-O) All my Dirty South niggas tryna make a mill Tho dem wrappas (and the Dough-O) All my West Coast niggas tryna make a mill Tho dem wrappas (and the Dough-O) All my East Coast niggas tryna make a mill Tho dem wrappas (and the Dough-O)