Wish I Make Million Everyday 2

Rolling up the kush pack (You know me)
Thirty six thousand ho's hit'm by the twos mismatching (Uhh)
Feel this shit up in my soul to make a M daily
Watching Scarface waiting by the phone patient
I'm not Scarface, I can't let nobody make it (Mane)
You'll think I'm Babyface, they think the gang wavy (What!)
Curve'm all the time, that ain't my fucking baby
My youngin kick it where it's hot (Hot hot) lil nigga run with Satan
I only hit the bitch, cause she was yellow sort of Blasian (Ahaha)
Gang hit her up while we was in thea making babies

These niggas hate when I win they only round for the fetti (Fuck'm)
I was clapping every time you won
But when I win, yo face displaying jealousy (Bitch)
And I can go so deep into the streets
Like how you know (How) that's me that put my nigga on his feet
She love me, still won't see a ring but OKC
Bitches fall in love with this thang
Won't change her mind about me, plus I laced her with some game
Taking on responsibilities and niggas hate to man up (For shit show)
When u grabbing a chance
I had to tell her (It's jus plan us)
Put my back against the wall, had to man up



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Writer(s): Juug Grant
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