Millennium Jade Mitsubishi

(Lotta bags and shit)
(Racks and shit)
(That boy tripping and shit)
(Get bands and shit)
(Racks and shit)
(Get money and shit)

Bags over bags, shit we counting like wassup?
That boy tried sum shit like damn I bet that he don't know
I feel like I'm Glenn, I'm with that stick like we pull up
They keep asking shit, little bitch I told you I on know
Heard they fucking tripping over checks
Bitch you ain't that smart if you only be playing chess
Bitch I got that money and I ain't said, man, ask the bank
Damn my shit be looking flawless I 'on care 'bout what they say

Yeah, step out the door, shit, they looking for my shit
Millennium jade, bitch I hop, on my way
Yeah, step out the door, shit, I'm always looking fresh
Know I keep me that little semi, I don't fuck 'round, I don't play

I got all these bands in my whip
Now they talking shit
But they my kids, like they my sons
Told them step outside
Or y'all fucking playing games?
Shit, my whoadie not playing
Where yo' man, he not there
Where that choppa, right there
Please don't waste my time
With that bullshit, I know you've been on with that shit
Shit were talking, now look where the fuck are we at
I step out the door, now I'm ready for war

Yeah, step out the door, shit, they looking for my shit
Millennium jade, bitch I hop, on my way
Yeah, step out the door, shit, I'm always looking fresh
Know I keep me that little semi, I don't fuck 'round, I don't play
Yeah, step out the door, shit, they looking for my shit
Millennium jade, bitch I hop, on my way
Yeah, step out the door, shit, I'm always looking fresh
Know I keep me that little semi, I don't fuck 'round, I don't play



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Writer(s): Tibi Avram
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