Married To the Millions

I'm married to the millions, going steady
King play, wit bags of the paper, like confedi
Dripping all this waterboy, Bobby Bosha
Draco, get to choppin up, niggas like machetes
Bully wit a bag, got the city, under seize
Big Hellcat, like a Porsche, when I leave
The hammer, like a camera
Get caught, up in the flash
Chores wit my youngins
Come and take out the trash

Got to the money, didn't force it
Freestyle fortune, all day in some forces
Stackin all these dead people, started hearing voices
Attached to the money, for the fetty I'm a slave
Dead people, stuffed in my pockets, like a grave
Bully on fire, take a wave, to put him out
Fliest young nigga, like a GQ model
Trapping section 8, in a foreign, full throttle
Hopping off of planes, doing tours, popping bottles
Aquafina on me, I can start, my own beach
Hot like a, desert breeze, Pressure cause a leak
I'm a savage, making hits, all in my sleep
King, gave them drip, now, everybody thirsty
Brigette's, throw reflections, like a mirror, I'm a prism
Steady, got em hating, but, I'm focused on billions

I'm married to the millions, going steady
King play, wit bags, of the paper, like confedi
Dripping, all this waterboy, Bobby Bosha
Draco, get to choppin up, niggas like machetes
Bully, wit a bag, got the city, under seize
Big Hellcat, like a Porsche, when I leave
The hammer, like a camera
Get caught up, in the flash
Chores, wit my youngins
Come and take, out the trash

I'm married, to the millions, going steady
King, play wit bags, of the paper, like confedi
Dripping, all this waterboy, Bobby Bosha
Draco, get to choppin up, niggas like machetes
Bully, wit a bag, got the city, under seize
Big Hellcat, like a Porsche, when I leave
The hammer, like a camera
Get caught up, in the flash
Chores, wit my youngins
Come and take, out the trash

Sliding in my lane, trying to mind, my own business
Cold-hearted young nigga, I had to icegrill them
Got it out, da trenches, went and dug, this shit up
Trapping all day, till the sun come up
Fuck a drive by, niggas do walk ups
Sipping on red, in the double R truck
Slide up, hit his block up, knock, a man down
Pussy talking reckless, like I ain't really stepping
Running wit them double crossers, murder on our mind
Let the dog loose, they caught him in traffic
Hit wit a triple, could've did him real dirty
Left cripple, fucked up, wit a shit bag
Or worse
Your momma screaming out, while you riding, in a hurst
Choppas in a riot, get hit wit a stray
Shark in the water, smelling blood, where my dinner
Graduated from hand guns, started toutin missile

I'm married to the millions, going steady
King play, wit bags of the paper, like confedi
Dripping all this waterboy, Bobby Bosha
Draco, get to choppin, up niggas like machetes
Bully wit a bag, got the city, under seize
Big Hellcat, like a Porsche, when I leave
The hammer, like a camera
Get caught, up in the flash
Chores wit my youngins
Come and take out the trash