A Milliôn
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Let's go
Whoa whoa
Yuh let's go
Whoa whoa
Okay okay
Anyway
The flow too cold, ice capades
No regret for the delay
Put this on film, 4K display
Okay okay
Okay okay
Shit got me flowing like a prophet
Two years in advance when I'm puffin on this chronic
Hitting two threes feeling like Pippen
Rockin on a turban like twizzÿ I'm dripping
Pushing the whip, no key in ignition
Run up the racks when I count up a million
Pop me a perc then I go numb
No cash in your wallet cause you is a bum
I eat at the table you begging for crumbs
Rollin a hunnid got green on my thumbs
Once I pull up I get ready for action
Serenede jeans to fit with the fashion
Speed all the time I'm never gon crash it
Never look back while I'm digital dashing
Uh, just had to take a lil break
Uh, now nigga bring back the bass
Speeding my way to the top of the race
Try to catch up while I slow down the pace
Rocking brand new glasses from Malik drippy like I'm Fivi
Reminiscing Miami with bitches filling up the lobby
Moshing in the Gardens with some thotties showing off they bodies
Putting girls upon my shoulders while the crowd's screaming for Bobby
Been here since Tecca was popping
Rocking while snow bunnies hopping
Constantly dropping classics and I can't show no signs of stopping
Knowing that these niggas watching
Flowing as my drums are knocking
Realist shit I wrote since No Offense with all the beats I'm stocking
Uh, picking the flow up
Shaking the ground at the venue each time that I show up
Told all my niggas I got em' (I got em')
But that's for the time when I blow up
Nothing but money and rage on the brain
Cruise thru the dark almost like I'm Bruce Wayne
Got too much energy cannot be tamed
I do this shit sober no need for the cane
Okay okay
Anyway
The flow too cold, ice capades
No regret for the delay
Put this on film, 4K display
Okay okay
Okay okay
Shit got me flowing like a prophet
Two years in advance when I'm puffin' on this chronic
Hitting two threes feeling like Pippen
Rockin on a turban like twizzÿ I'm dripping
Pushing the whip, no key in ignition
Run up the racks when I count up a million
Pop me a perc then I go numb
No cash in your wallet cause you is a bum
I eat at the table you begging for crumbs
Rolling a hunnid got green on my thumbs
Yuh, now turn me up
I don't give no fuck but this check is not enough
No you can't sit with us
Shit I be having lust
I just want it now
Now she in a Uber truck
Let's speed it up, uh
Yeah let's just miss it up
Yuh and we turning up
Woah got my money up
Woah now she slurp me up
Yuh, we gon mix it up
Got the Nina tucked damn
If you running up whoa
And we ain't jamming up
Okay okay
Anyway
The flow too cold, ice capades
No regret for the delay
Put this on film, 4K display
Okay okay
Okay okay
Shit got me flowing like a prophet
Two years in advance when I'm puffin on this chronic
Hitting two threes I'm feeling like Pippen
Rocking on a turban like twizzÿ I'm dripping
Pushing the whip, no key in ignition
Run up the racks when I count up a million
Pop me a perc then I go numb
No cash in your wallet cause you is a bum
I eat at the table you begging for crumbs
Rolling a hunnid got green on my thumbs
Yuh, yuh
Bae you're not my enemy
I don't know what the hell got into me
Don't worry bout nothing, I just get this green
Whoa whoa whoa
Let's go
Whoa whoa
Yuh let's go
Whoa whoa
Okay okay
Anyway
The flow too cold, ice capades
No regret for the delay
Put this on film, 4K display
Okay okay
Okay okay
Shit got me flowing like a prophet
Two years in advance when I'm puffin on this chronic
Hitting two threes feeling like Pippen
Rockin on a turban like twizzÿ I'm dripping
Pushing the whip, no key in ignition
Run up the racks when I count up a million
Pop me a perc then I go numb
No cash in your wallet cause you is a bum
I eat at the table you begging for crumbs
Rollin a hunnid got green on my thumbs
Once I pull up I get ready for action
Serenede jeans to fit with the fashion
Speed all the time I'm never gon crash it
Never look back while I'm digital dashing
Uh, just had to take a lil break
Uh, now nigga bring back the bass
Speeding my way to the top of the race
Try to catch up while I slow down the pace
Rocking brand new glasses from Malik drippy like I'm Fivi
Reminiscing Miami with bitches filling up the lobby
Moshing in the Gardens with some thotties showing off they bodies
Putting girls upon my shoulders while the crowd's screaming for Bobby
Been here since Tecca was popping
Rocking while snow bunnies hopping
Constantly dropping classics and I can't show no signs of stopping
Knowing that these niggas watching
Flowing as my drums are knocking
Realist shit I wrote since No Offense with all the beats I'm stocking
Uh, picking the flow up
Shaking the ground at the venue each time that I show up
Told all my niggas I got em' (I got em')
But that's for the time when I blow up
Nothing but money and rage on the brain
Cruise thru the dark almost like I'm Bruce Wayne
Got too much energy cannot be tamed
I do this shit sober no need for the cane
Okay okay
Anyway
The flow too cold, ice capades
No regret for the delay
Put this on film, 4K display
Okay okay
Okay okay
Shit got me flowing like a prophet
Two years in advance when I'm puffin' on this chronic
Hitting two threes feeling like Pippen
Rockin on a turban like twizzÿ I'm dripping
Pushing the whip, no key in ignition
Run up the racks when I count up a million
Pop me a perc then I go numb
No cash in your wallet cause you is a bum
I eat at the table you begging for crumbs
Rolling a hunnid got green on my thumbs
Yuh, now turn me up
I don't give no fuck but this check is not enough
No you can't sit with us
Shit I be having lust
I just want it now
Now she in a Uber truck
Let's speed it up, uh
Yeah let's just miss it up
Yuh and we turning up
Woah got my money up
Woah now she slurp me up
Yuh, we gon mix it up
Got the Nina tucked damn
If you running up whoa
And we ain't jamming up
Okay okay
Anyway
The flow too cold, ice capades
No regret for the delay
Put this on film, 4K display
Okay okay
Okay okay
Shit got me flowing like a prophet
Two years in advance when I'm puffin on this chronic
Hitting two threes I'm feeling like Pippen
Rocking on a turban like twizzÿ I'm dripping
Pushing the whip, no key in ignition
Run up the racks when I count up a million
Pop me a perc then I go numb
No cash in your wallet cause you is a bum
I eat at the table you begging for crumbs
Rolling a hunnid got green on my thumbs
Yuh, yuh
Bae you're not my enemy
I don't know what the hell got into me
Don't worry bout nothing, I just get this green
Credits
Writer(s): Dion Grant
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