Multikillionaire Songtext
von Natas

Get your mail boy
Get your mail boy
Forever
Get your mail now
What?
You see
Everything around me
Moves by the money

Man, I just think about the capers
I would do for the papers
Then later repent my sins with prayers

All wickedness gets forgiveness
It′s kill or be killed
Best be skilled with your business
Who moves the product with the quickness?
Who fit it?
Just about to get to riches
Who real, who fictitious?


I need to know right now
With all the cheap talks and petty punks
Step to the front of the crowd
And all the broke niggas be quiet
Bitches to contract
Get out your shit and let me write
I'll show you where the money at and all that and then some
Show you how to creep up on the come up with your income
You need to know the players to fuck with

You need to know the bitches that suck dick
Nigga, you need to know the game or learn it quick
′Cause out here your luck ain't shit
Nigga, so many lives were lost for this
So I gotta put it down at all costs 'cause if
A nigga get lost in the midst
I′ll be another victim of these streets and can′t reap all benefits
Soldiers in this war, we battle for nights

You can't make a mil or more if you never had it in sight
Let′s make a deal with your life
I'm feeling ill, I might use some dirt for my skill
And peel you off if the price is right
Just to let you know where my mind at, I′m gone
Never talk about the lick I hit on the phone


Snitches get the chrome to they face
Watch 'em shit in bits
You need to roll alone through this wickedness
Nigga, set yourself up for drama, fool livin′
I'll keep the game true, Jack, I see the future too vivid
I'ma just ride, my course to die
If we all live short lives, not immortalized, nigga

Forever
Never die
Forever
Get your mail boy

You can take it to the bank and cash it
You′ll never take the multi-trillionaire status
You want beef to chew, I′ll feed you

The devil told me, "Mastermind, my son, them niggas can't see you"

Put the heat to ′em or let my killers do 'em
A piece of history, another unsolved mystery
If you miss me, get with me in the next life after death
Am I going to hell? Ask yourself
The game done got hot, I′m like fuck the fame, fuck the props
Just cash me up on my surface and I'm back on the block
All sacrifices are made, all bills paid
I′d rather be a multi-trillionaire with the ill paid

Forever
Never die, nigga
You see
Everything around me
Moves by the money
I just think about the capers
I would do for the papers