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t-mac - millionaire playa's lyrics

(baby) (t-mac)
50 ain’t sh-t, shoot the dice lil’ daddy
yeah n-gga’, 263, cash money
50 ain’t sh-t, shoot the dice lil’ daddy
that sh-t to the death on the for-reala’
50 ain’t sh-t, shoot the dice lil’ daddy
playboy, h-ll of sh-t, that sh-t gravy
50 ain’t sh-t……..
n-gga’ rolex diamond infested
n-gga’, n-gga’ w-ssup

(t – mac)
470 with that 99 black bentley
a seven-figurenaire at 24 with much women
my lil’ son lil’ t stay jeweled down
sh-t he even got two broads in the charlie-town
but peep this out i’m playin’ with bigger and better thangs
this got that hovercraft the other day, sh-t i’m ballin’
playboy you lookin’ at my rollie, sh-t you want it
i throw five away and buy ten another day
yeah n-gga’ all these gold and rubies on my t–th
i keep my sweetheart on platinum down in the p-ssenger seat
german cars with italian suits (humm)
gold buckle on my motherf-ckin’ gator boots
five platinum cards in my gator wallet
i keep dem’ broads geekin’ like some f-ckin’ alcoholics
twenty inches steady fl!ckin’, diamonds steady blingin’
sh-t i’m buying up all kinda’ sh-t like a mad man
i bought my two daughters a lexus 300
they only six and eight and i buy them a drivers licensee
dom p and cristal ain’t sh-t to us
done made my own champagne.. t-mizy-rosy-plus
dem’ bezels cost enough for me to f-ck ten n-ggas wife
see a n-gga’ took his life cause’ t-mac f-cked his wife
n-ggas call me a home wrecker
sh-t i tell em’ look here boy i’mma reality checker
in case these cars and broads and diamonds and sh-t ain’t real
playboy take me out tomorrow, twenty inch deals
woodgrain and tweeters everywhere
sh-t, eight 12’s in the back to knock out a b-tch ear

(baby) (t-mac)
whats’ happenin’ whats happenin’, whats hap’
yeah playboy that’s how we gon’ ride in the callio n-gga
50 ain’t sh-t shoot the dice lil’ daddy
i’m rollin’ wit’ my n-gga’ b-zy from motherf-ckin’ cash mzy
(it’s all gravy lil’ one you know how the game go)
let em’ know how we millionaire playas
50 ain’t sh-t shoot the dice lil’ daddy
50 ain’t sh-t shoot the dice lil’ daddy

(baby)
rocks and ki’s
benzo and hum-vees
stack me some g’s and keep rollin’ on the city streets
totin’ heat, in case a n-gga’ wanna see
is these n-ggas that i f-ck with really down for me?
makaveli got my back, with a tool thats an ak
quick to spray and bust a n-gga’ head any day
i hustle on my block so my youngsters don’t get popped
i buy new cars so my hoes can shop
50 ain’t sh-t shoot the dice lil’ daddy
you can’t f-ck with this ridin’ in a old caddy
you might find me in a bentley with twenty inches
with tvs, rollin’ wit’ lil’ brian lil’ daddy
look i’m flossin’ in my motherf-ckin’ navigator
i stretched that b-tch and gave it to my ol’ lady
shady these hoes gotta pay baby
f-ck me, these million dollars done drove these hoes crazy
now if you see my rollie t-mac, these hoes gonna say this n-gga’ baby done
went stone crazy

(baby)
how you love that?, how you love that? (love to love that)
what cho’ rollie look like n-gga’?
f-ck, put cho’ trigger finger up
my rollie, 30 n-gga’ embezzled out

(baby) (t-mac)
it’s up playboy the can’t stand it
50 sittin’ on 20 inches playboy
50 ain’t sh-t shoot the dice lil’ daddy
rolex diamond infested 50 ain’t sh-t shoot the dice lil’ daddy
sh-t they can’t stand it brah
263 and cash money 50 ain’t sh-t shoot the dice lil’ daddy
done gon’ crazy, you know what time it is
50 ain’t sh-t shoot the dice lil’ daddy
brah we done got together and mixed up a cake mix brah, like cake mix playboy
see my lil’ man lil’ t got forty on his wrist and
another thirty round his neck and that 263
medallion n-gga’, it’s all gravy playboy
i’m down here runnin’ around like futch
sh-t playboy i drank perignon with much hoes

say baby they gotta love that
50 ain’t sh-t, 50 ain’t sh-t shoot the dice lil’ daddy
shoot the dice lil’ daddy
how you love that?
how you love that?
50 ain’t sh-t

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