Try'n 2 Make A Million - Big Tymers, Juvenile

Do you know what this ballin is, I’m talking bout marble floors

Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors

You talked about me bad but what you doin

Nothin but walkin round tha projects shoo-shooing

Get mad when I flash tha karats don’t want to see me have it

I guess tomorrow I’ll be smokin a 'gar in Paris

My cellular ring, ok let’s pick up this change

Beeper blowin up, I’m lookin down at tha game

I’m steady changin cars so tha feds won’t mess wit me

Park tha Q 4−5 and hop in tha Cherokee

At about 8:30 I’ll be rollin in a millennium

Sippin on condact on my way to my condominium

Been rollin livin lavish, eatin in commanders palace

Bitches attracted to tha savage

Where niggas is chillin, sleepin in tha Royal Senesta

My girlfriend is my berretta, I never left her

What you know about them Beamers and Moe-Moe's

Them Lexus 4-doors and them '97 Volvos

Hell I might as well buy me a castle instead

And get fed some grace by Miss USA

How can I make a million?

Without tha feds investigating my building

I know niggas gone try me, I’ma have to kill them

But I’ma keep on makin money up until then

Golds and hoes, niggas doin videos

My everyday wear is Reeboks and Girbauds

Young nigga look I’m smarter than Russell Simmons