[Intro] We're toppin 2013 They said it's still money on the table So we're coming back for the second game Ghetto Millionaire Records Ahk 2Gs, Baby Thad, General
[Hook] Ain't nobody messing with my clique (clique x4) Yeah motherfuckers, we run the strip (strip x4)
[Verse 1: General] Yeah, my clique, we run the strip Put money on your head, my shooters they never miss Bad yellow bitch, she jumped in my black six Millionaire living, my nigga, we stack chips Feel like 50 Cent, when he made Back Down Black Rolls Royce, my nigga, I put the smack down Evonne's easy trapping like Young Jeezy Stuff that white girl just like the homey Eazy Money tall like Weezy, call the cash money Put shooters on your head, my niggas, they blast for me Call it Harlem World, I live in the underworld Get money on the arm, I move 'em right out the door Me and Ahk 2Gs, flying in that new V Got a few groupies, 'bout to make a movie I don't got a script, manoeuvre that black six Rollin' 7-5, you see me with big sis Yeah, I call her EZ, make it look easy Put money on your head, my nigga, I talk greezies That's my clique, we do it like this 'Bout to flip the streets and let off a 100 bricks
[Hook] Fucking with my clique (clique x4) We run the strip (strip x4) Ain't nobody fucking with my motherfucking clique (clique x4) 40 cal. to you and it goes click (click x4)
[Verse 2: Ahk 2Gs] My clique reppin' 1-4-5th in St. Nick Now it's two deals later, my nigga, we ain't quit Told Atlantic not to panic, we won't sink like the Titanic Universal wanna holler, we gon' throw you back a dollar (huh?) So now we're getting it, nigga, the way we're living it This Ghetto Millionaire, my nigga, we keep on spending it That's why I get offended when niggas saying it's them again I've been in it, we never left, my nigga, that's how we're ending it Yeah, point blank period with no commas My niggas once they brothers and I lost my momma So you know what that mean, nigga, more drama I promise to the day I die: I'm repping Harlem
[Verse 3: Baby Thad] My clique is thick like them niggas in 300 Y'all niggas only chill on the block and see nothing The whip is 300, the wrist is 300 Catch me out in Vegas, blowing a mean budget His in hers, mixed with my misses Even if you call her your wife, she's my mistress My clique is wild vicious and broke like car bridges Just like Biggie said: y'all can't touch my riches What y'all have we spend like on we now high as Clark Kent They put me in the game so watch me win Like the sixth man straight off the bench I told the coach: just trust me on approach I never fly codes, I'm spending these high notes Before the deal, I was selling coke on the strip Trust me when I tell you, you ain't fucking with my clique (clique x5)
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Ghetto Millionaires is a crew from Harlem, New York, consisting of General, Ahk 2G and Baby Thad. This track features all three of them representing their clique.
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