Tho Dem Wraps - Nelly

I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan

With the best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don’t want none

Partna I gather up and leavin' heads swollen up

On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up

Hold up, with the Budda thumpin' niggas outa

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 reffer thru the pipe

And give me head all night

And if its 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

Every time, call me the Black Liberace when I’m playing mine

Thats how I flow when I gotta get mine, anyway it go

Whether it be rapping or with the four four

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 platinium in 2 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 platinium in 2 shows

And get the dough

My nigga, I can make a million

Blind-folded, with no shows

Using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer

And folk O’s

Gimmie low does and a connect, that neva closed

And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos

Fuck some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome

On the Navigata equipped to click and log on

I leave that before its gone

'Fore they even bring it home

Matta fact, I’ll tell you what’s 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 bring his friend

Play Station just in case a nigga think he can win

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 platinium in 2 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 platinium in 2 shows

And get the dough

I gotta make a million

Gotta get myself a million

Gonna turn that into a billion

If not, then I just won’t die

I say now, tho yo wrappers off in tha air

But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares

I gettin' stares from down bitches, thats eatin' alone

West missies, 1−2-3−4 or 5 bottles of Cris’s

On the table, arms the strong ripp 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 lett’em plead they case

Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place

Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face

They threw the weak plan B

Says who?

Says me

Then whats plan A, 'cause plan B is a BOMB case

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 platinium in 2 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 platinium in 2 shows

And get the dough

I gotta make a million

Gotta get myself a million

Gonna turn that into a billion

If not, then I just won’t die

All my Midwest niggas tryin' to make a meal

Tho dem wrappas

(And the Dough-O)

All my Dirty South niggas tryin' to make a meal

Tho dem wrappas

(And the Dough-O)

All my West Coast niggas tryin' to make a meal

Tho dem wrappas

(And the Dough-O)

All my East Coast niggas tryin' to make a meal

Tho dem wrappas

(And the Dough-O)