First Million (feat. Trinity Blxck)
Bvndboys
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, all this money I'm just tryna feed the fuckin' fam
Remember when I made my lil' first hundred grand
I thought I was poppin' man, I really thought I was the man
Shit really changed when I got my first million
First million
Bvndboys
Right on my neck, I got two hundred grand
Drivin' a Masi, feelin' like the man
She wanna fuckin', and that's part of the plan
I know that girl creepin', yeah, she got a man
I know that girl creepin', yeah, she got a man
I know that girl creepin', yeah, she got a man
Goin' to jail was part of the plan
Seven hundred thirty days in that camp
Tellin' myself, man, I know I ain't worthless
Everything that I went through, it got purpose
I cannot forget the fiends I was servin
Cookin' a fetty cause I got allergic
A couple weeks later, they raided a trap
And I think to myself, like, I know this the purpose
They said I get money, I shouldn't be broken
They said I get money, I shouldn't be broken
She took my heart and it felt like she stole it
She gave it back and that shit, it was broken
I gave her love and that bitch, she exposed it
I should've fucked that lil' bitch with a Trojan
I fucked up
Runnin' out of love
Runnin' out of trust
Runnin' out of drugs
Where the fuck the plug
Ice on my wrist
Got it from the ground up
This shit don't pretend
Aye, yeah, this is real as it gets
I'm with some private jet rejects
Put the hood on a plane, yeah
I cannot complain, yeah
She said I got good taste, yeah
She's so flawless
Take a look around
I could call it where we started
Aye, yeah, it came up out this basement
Out my mama's basement
I knew that I would make it
I knew that I'd make it
The life I was livin', I swear it was basic
I showed her my music, she said I won't make it
All of those times I was talkin' my cell
I was prayin' to God while I was livin' in hell
Prayin' to God while I was livin' in hell
I just paid 46K for a chain
I lost my vision but hit you point blank
I lost my vision but hit you long range
I've been to the range, I've shoot anything
I know me some killers, they'll kill anything
I know me some killers, they'll kill for some change
I know what this like, man, I need me some chain
I bought me some rings, I bought me some chains
I bought me some watches
Niggas just hatin' but still gonna watch it
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
BvndboyMakesThemusic
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, all this money I'm just tryna feed the fuckin' fam
Remember when I made my lil' first hundred grand
I thought I was poppin' man, I really thought I was the man
Shit really changed when I got my first million
First million
Bvndboys
Right on my neck, I got two hundred grand
Drivin' a Masi, feelin' like the man
She wanna fuckin', and that's part of the plan
I know that girl creepin', yeah, she got a man
I know that girl creepin', yeah, she got a man
I know that girl creepin', yeah, she got a man
Goin' to jail was part of the plan
Seven hundred thirty days in that camp
Tellin' myself, man, I know I ain't worthless
Everything that I went through, it got purpose
I cannot forget the fiends I was servin
Cookin' a fetty cause I got allergic
A couple weeks later, they raided a trap
And I think to myself, like, I know this the purpose
They said I get money, I shouldn't be broken
They said I get money, I shouldn't be broken
She took my heart and it felt like she stole it
She gave it back and that shit, it was broken
I gave her love and that bitch, she exposed it
I should've fucked that lil' bitch with a Trojan
I fucked up
Runnin' out of love
Runnin' out of trust
Runnin' out of drugs
Where the fuck the plug
Ice on my wrist
Got it from the ground up
This shit don't pretend
Aye, yeah, this is real as it gets
I'm with some private jet rejects
Put the hood on a plane, yeah
I cannot complain, yeah
She said I got good taste, yeah
She's so flawless
Take a look around
I could call it where we started
Aye, yeah, it came up out this basement
Out my mama's basement
I knew that I would make it
I knew that I'd make it
The life I was livin', I swear it was basic
I showed her my music, she said I won't make it
All of those times I was talkin' my cell
I was prayin' to God while I was livin' in hell
Prayin' to God while I was livin' in hell
I just paid 46K for a chain
I lost my vision but hit you point blank
I lost my vision but hit you long range
I've been to the range, I've shoot anything
I know me some killers, they'll kill anything
I know me some killers, they'll kill for some change
I know what this like, man, I need me some chain
I bought me some rings, I bought me some chains
I bought me some watches
Niggas just hatin' but still gonna watch it
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
All of the money I'm makin' is profit
BvndboyMakesThemusic
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Writer(s): Wesley Lopez
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