Million Dollar Trap

Back drawin' again
ATL Jacob he a fuckin' millionaire

Party at the penthouse (yeah, yeah)
Tell them hoes
"If y'all ain't fuckin', y'all gotta get out"
(y'all gotta slide)
Yeah, ownership
This ain't no rent out (yeah, yeah)
We ain't flashin' no gun
These niggas gon' die
We pull that stick out (y'all gon' die)

I ain't tryna throw no ones
Tryin' to take a bitch home
And pay her rent out
Nigga ain't really nobody
You turn into a body if I put a hit out
Twin bad bitches in a lobby waitin' for me
I gotta slip out
Heavenly shit on my body
I'm like a virgin who ain't been out
Godly
Shorty had surprised me
She said she wanted molly
I keep on swipin' this black card
They keep on checkin' my ID
Most these niggas, they act hard
'til shit turn to a robbery
Got real shooters in my backyard
And rain things like Kyrie, okay
One of my hoes wanted bread for some water
I sent her to Bali
My hood lil' bitch ain't never seen nothin'
Get happy when we go to Hibachis
Tracker on the car
I move so quick
So fast they can't even find me
Back on your door
Got Southside henchmen that's with me
Get real, real slimey
Huh, I'ma give these niggas somethin'
They can talk about, okay
My young nigga put on 'levens
Just to walk 'em down, okay
Once you say it's up
It's nothin' we can talk about, no way
If he hate too much, or pose a threat
I tell my young boys, "Spray"

Party at the penthouse (spray, spray)
Tell them hoes
"If y'all ain't fuckin', y'all gotta get out"
Yeah, ownership, this ain't no rent out (biggest)
We ain't flashin' no gun (spray)
These niggas gon' die
We pull that stick out (spray)

Break the lab
Walk in the jeweler just to pick up bags
Caught a feelin'
And spent a million on your fickle ass
In the bed
I'm gettin' head
With my pen and pad
Winnipeg, arm and a leg
When in my candy rag
Seated throne
I feel at home with my Nia Long (yes)
Smell like money when you around me
So it's free cologne
Rich as fuck
To keep it real, bitch
I need some more (more)
Friend or foe, the way I'm movin'
Will I live to know? (Know)
Am I pinnacle? No (no)
Am I cynical? Yes (yes)
Am I swimmin' in dope? (Dope)
Can you get it for less? (Less)
It's too good to be true (true)
Word, so call me collect (yes)
Hoes in Coconut Grove
I like callin' for sex
Biggest

Party at the penthouse (spray, spray)
Tell them hoes
"If y'all ain't fuckin', y'all gotta get out"
Yeah, ownership, this ain't no rent out
We ain't flashin' no gun (spray)
These niggas gon' die
We pull that stick out (spray)



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, William Leonard Roberts Ii, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Derrick Donte Miller
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