All I know..... is this Regime shit.
 Chorus *(Phats, Big Lurch)*
 I'm juss a thousandaire
 but pretty soon I plan to be a millionaire
 playa hatas best beware!

 *(Big Lurch)*

 Don't hate on mine
 when you want that sim to shine!
 Don't hate on mine
 when you want that sim to shine!

 Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

 Nigga. Let's do it.
 I'm tryin to touch mo' money than Bill Gates
 but know that
 when you get the money they will hate
 them broads that hang around you wit the ice grill face
 be the broads that lay you and take you to an ill place
 Where the doe at?
 They know you ballin, cuz you deal weight
 you better show that, nigga where the safe is at while you still safe
 cuz, niggas will take yo life
 probably rape yo wife
 if they can't say China white, now say goodnight!
 To the bad guy
 in a ski mask guy
 I been gettin cash guy
 ever since my dad died
 me and my real boys
 in Mazda-has
 bitches wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya'll
 if I wanna ride I cop it, dawg
 if I gotta flip one for my chocolate dawg
 juss like we shop at the mall
 don't knock it ya'll
 I been ballin since the days of Genesis
 and Benz's flipped
 tinted shit, while you just rentin shit
 pretendin it's, yours
 drivin Honda Accord's and Ford Probe's
 niggas flossin them hoes
 my name is known across the globe
 see me talkin on shows
 Rolex rockin them hoes
 knockin on my door lookin fo yo bitch, I put the glock to your nose.

 *(Chorus)* 2x

 Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)*

 Blast the blood clot
 my niggas makin money non-stop
 off the rock
 another hundred to cop
 fiends blisterin
 all action
 we G's wit Mac-10's
 co-captian
 Boss was sworen as a coppo
 take bread
 live like Macho, push the throttle
 jet black seat pushed back in a Diablo
 die slow
 my niggas want it and triffle it
 Hummer shit
 cover my mic cuz it's priceless
 ice this
 Rolex piece, watch and Jeep
 niggas lose sleep
 trainin my beasts how to feast
 where the broke eat
 approach yo block wit guns
 cops will come
 spread the bread in lumps son
 my nigga John John
 he had his head on tight
 hit the pipe
 now he tweaked, high as a kite
 I used to shed tears
 knew damn deep he didn't care
 hope and dreams that was all that's there to be a millionaire.

 *(Chorus)* 2x

 Verse 3 *(Phats Bossalini)*

 My niggas rock solid
 make the money be the object
 fuck a colleauge
 I'm off the clock rockin dollas
 see us
 peep us
 it's juss the three of us
 me an Yuk, plus Mad Maxx been out to get some.

 Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*

 Feed it up
 soon as I get up
 I got to roll a phat spliff up
 smoke til it burn my finger tips an lips up
 drinkin liquor til I get the hic ups
 fuck bad bitches then we switch up
 fuck bad bitches then we switch up.

 Verse 5 *(Phats Bossalini)*

 Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design
 niggas sniffin lines sayin Boss committed a crime
 I robbed the bomb shelter
 shipped the goods off the delta
 task asks if Phats the man wit no replica.

 Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*

 No replica
 put the tech to ya
 Smiff-N-Wesson ya
 here's the lesson to be learned, don't test the young Hugh Heffener
 4 point 6 snatchin up yo bitch
 an when it comes to mics I wreck this shit
 collectin chips
 disrespect yo click
 I come wit real shit
 from the Village Oak-Town
 raised a drug dealer, to be rappin and stars Mo Town
 on the low down, I used to blow brown, but now I blow pounds
 went from bein ugly as fuck, to havin hoes now
 you know now.

 *(Chorus til end