A Mil
Everyday getting bread
I'm like how much I make
No that boy not your friend
I can tell that he fake
Man I gotta stay solid
Cause real ones don't break
Everybody want beef
But nobody want cake
My soul not for sell
Girl I wish you well
Knock him out like one, two
Go ahead ring the bell
They want me to fail
But I can't tuck my tail
God brought me from hell
So Im gon make a mil
Ballin on the court I'm Jordan, yea
Got a new whip it's foreign, woah
Like bald eagle I'm soaring
Water on me it be pouring, yea
Man these girls annoying
My body anointed
Shine my light so I be glowing
Yea know you heard what I said
I remember them days, you would leave me on read
So you know everyday I be keeping my head high
Got the game in a head lock
Don't need a vest for a headshot, no
Money stacking to the sky yea
Ian even tryna lie yea
Everyday I'm feeling fly yea
No smoke but I'm high yea
Wanna stop me you can try yea, aye aye
Ain't nothing I can't buy yea
Getting money can't deny yea
Leave you baked no pie yea
Everyday getting bread
Im like how much I make, aye
No that boy not your friend
I can tell that he fake, yea
Man I gotta stay solid
Cause real ones don't break
Everybody want beef
But nobody want cake
My soul not for sell
Girl I wish you well
Knock him out like one, two
Go ahead ring the bell
They want me to fail
But I can't tuck my tail
God brought me from hell
So Im gon make a mil
I'm like how much I make
No that boy not your friend
I can tell that he fake
Man I gotta stay solid
Cause real ones don't break
Everybody want beef
But nobody want cake
My soul not for sell
Girl I wish you well
Knock him out like one, two
Go ahead ring the bell
They want me to fail
But I can't tuck my tail
God brought me from hell
So Im gon make a mil
Ballin on the court I'm Jordan, yea
Got a new whip it's foreign, woah
Like bald eagle I'm soaring
Water on me it be pouring, yea
Man these girls annoying
My body anointed
Shine my light so I be glowing
Yea know you heard what I said
I remember them days, you would leave me on read
So you know everyday I be keeping my head high
Got the game in a head lock
Don't need a vest for a headshot, no
Money stacking to the sky yea
Ian even tryna lie yea
Everyday I'm feeling fly yea
No smoke but I'm high yea
Wanna stop me you can try yea, aye aye
Ain't nothing I can't buy yea
Getting money can't deny yea
Leave you baked no pie yea
Everyday getting bread
Im like how much I make, aye
No that boy not your friend
I can tell that he fake, yea
Man I gotta stay solid
Cause real ones don't break
Everybody want beef
But nobody want cake
My soul not for sell
Girl I wish you well
Knock him out like one, two
Go ahead ring the bell
They want me to fail
But I can't tuck my tail
God brought me from hell
So Im gon make a mil
Credits
Writer(s): Elmer Durrell
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