So 4real

I just want a mill, bitch I'm so for real
Let a nigga try, know I keep that steel
And I wouldn't trust yo' bitch, she topped me in them heels
Nigga I'mma feign, for them hunnid dollar bills
Don't call me 'less you talking money, bitch I need them racks
You be smoking midget, nigga I be smoking gas
Make me call my shooters, they gone get up on yo' ass
Running full speed, to that motherfucking cash

Running full speed, niggas wanna hate, 'cause I'm out here countin' that green
I just want a mill, nigga I can't lie, I lost my nigga and I damn 'sho done cried
So many times but, I had to get it
I didn't, never stop 'cause I'm, on a mission
I was, in the kitchen, whipping that work, yeah
Young nigga whip up work make it disappear, call it Peter Pan, nigga
Young nigga gone, I'm in my zone
Ooh, I told that lil bitch give me some dome
I fuck her once, then I send her home
I ain't got time for these bitches, all of that bullshit, I don't condone
12 On my ass, gotta leave, I had to dash
I like all my bitches with a whole lot of ass
Niggas out here snakes, they be lurking in the grass
Diamonds on me dripping wet, diamonds yeah they splash
Fucked that bitch so good, she don't even wanna speak
He say he want smoke, he don't really want no beef
Call my brother Prime, he gone put 'em on a Tee
Really I'm that nigga all these niggas wanna be

I just want a mill, bitch I'm so for real
Let a nigga try, know I keep that steel
And I wouldn't trust yo' bitch, she topped me in them heels
Nigga I'mma feign for them hunnid dollar bills
Don't call me 'less you talking money, bitch I need them racks
You be smoking midget, nigga I be smoking gas
Make me call my shooters, they gone get up on yo' ass
Running full speed, to that motherfucking cash



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Writer(s): Demetri Bell
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