millionaire When I hear my baby call my name Oh, there ain't nobody like my baby That's the reason I love her so Oh, it ain't nobody, nobody like my baby
a millionaire, when I hear my baby call my name Oh, there ain't nobody like my baby, that's the reason I love her so Oh, ain't nobody, nobody like my baby
m a millionaire, when I hear my baby call my name Oh, there ain't nobody like my baby, that's the reason I love her so Oh, ain't nobody, nobody like my baby
ain't even my style (style), thats a penalty or a foul (foul) Hit the sideline and sit down (down) I ain't even trippin' bout how many my numbers that
ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay
ain't right- den let me die in his souls. I'll be ridin (jis) Ridin alone Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin How da hell u ain't here 2 see
King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? I'm like ooh Kimosabe Your body is my hobby We freakin' This ain't
dumb hoes I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, it's not a game, me B? I ain't playing Beat behind
Everybody wanna sound like, sound like Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone Everybody wanna rap like, rap like Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone As we continue to pick
, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? Yeah, man I'm like woh Kimosabe Your body is my hobby We're freakin' This ain't cheatin
makes a hell of a pair (pair!) I like you scratchin' my back. (back!) - You like me pullin' yo' hair! (hair!) And I don't care - Black, White, Puerto
going in a bitch nigga's brain Seem like Rap-A-Lot ain't coming up with the chain (ain't coming up with the chain) Ain't that a bitch, every since 2004
I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to
my time I had to roll with the punches and keep my ducks in a line I keep my mind on my money, I keep my mind on my paper I keep a glock inside my pocket
they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin' that I don't wanna send nobody back, violently take a nap Promise
ain't even the shit, yall ain't even the doodoo I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my Toobos So I'm slappin you fools with wooden paddles you stupid Baby sittin' low baskets like
me, baby, do I make you horny, baby? I can tell by your eyes, you want me to ride you like a horsey, baby Better back up off me, baby Oh, you're not the
