Google a Million (Remix)
What it do? (Mm, mm, mm)
What it do? What it do? What it do? (Mm, mm, mm)
I used to Google, "How to make million dollars" (dollars)
Mm, mm, mm
I still think about the bro, it hurt my heart still (heart still)
Mm, mm, mm
I made a promise (promise)
I promise (I)
I'ma hold it down for my niggas (down for my-, down for my-)
Bust a hundred rounds for my niggas
Runnin' through the town with my niggas
Mm, mm, mm
I'ma hold it down for my niggas (down for my-, down for my-)
Bust a hundred rounds for my niggas
Runnin' through the town with my niggas
Thinking that I got the recipe, they keep on comin' to check for me
They better come with a check for me
I got some killers, they nеxt to me (grah, grah)
Icy chains, my neck'll freeze
Shе try to come get the best of me
Have a seat, think I'm next to speak
Lil' nigga, know it cost to beef
They know I been waitin' too long for this
My dawg been gone too long for this (damn)
I give up all this
I used to Google, "How to get rich" (damn)
I got it, it don't even mean shit
Just wanna see all of my dawgs good health
Coppin' bottles off the top of the shelf (let's go)
Reminiscin' 'bout the niggas we left (mm)
Damn, that shit home, I really walk in this bitch by myself
Never could call a nigga, they try to rob a nigga
I had a bitch so bad, got in her feelings, I had to play to the left
More focused than ever
I got some goals and plans I gotta keep to myself
I hope it get better
I used to Google, "How to make million dollars" (dollars)
Mm, mm, mm
I still think about the bro, it hurt my heart still (heart still)
Mm, mm, mm
I made a promise (promise)
I promise
I'ma hold it down for my niggas (down for my-, down for my-)
Bust a hundred rounds for my niggas
Runnin' through the town with my niggas
Mm, mm, mm (runnin' through the town, runnin' through the town)
I'ma hold it down for my niggas (Mook, cool me down)
Bust a hundred rounds for my niggas (I got a couple switches)
Runnin' through the town with my niggas
Runnin' through the town with my-
I wish you would, we lay you down
Glock .45, that's a quarter pound
We let off five, we shoot you down
P3K got millions
Nigga, fuck your feelings
Tryna take mine, we kill him
Made them racks drug dealin' (gang, gang)
Nigga, drop top, we coupin' (skrrt-skrrt)
Put them bands on your head, we shoot it
I fucked your bitch, I can prove it
All my boys ran through it (gang)
She got a tat' on the back say, "TBG"
She fuck with Mook or P3K (she gang)
She keep sayin', "More migo"
We smashed her in the Regal (Regal)
I know she gon' tell 'em people
How I move that fentanyl or that cocaine, be illegal
Bitch, you ain't no Barbie (no, no)
I love sloppy-toppy (yeah)
All you can do is mop me, then clean it in the lobby (clean up)
I copped that new Ferrari (skrt-skrt)
Pulled up to the party (yo, P)
Middle finger up them dusty hoes
Skrt off fast, that's how we roll (vroom)
Knock down bitches like dominos (skrt)
Goyard bag for all my bros (racks)
I rep my team 'til the day I die
I would never, never, never love no hoes
Gang (gang)
Gang (gang)
Put a bag on your bag, big crypto
I bought my team new pistols
We slimed him at the disco (turn up)
Get two hundred ki's of fentanyl
Hit the booty club and watch me ball
I'm P3K, I throw it all
I love to ball, I throw it all (ball, ball, ball, ball)
My plug got a load on cocaine (woo)
Meet him down at the dock, get the whole thing (whole thing)
My hood been dry for so long (yes)
T need a brick, G need a brick
25 ki's, they back on (back on)
My niggas get they bands on
Fuck around, come short, get slimed on (slimed on)
We swerve in them Cullinan's (skrt-skrt)
We got more bands than them (bands)
Knock got the drop on them
We runnin' down on them (run down, run down)
I gave a few million, I'm feedin' my children
I'm chasin' the billion, no matter if killin' (gang, gang, gang, gang)
What it do? What it do? What it do? (Mm, mm, mm)
I used to Google, "How to make million dollars" (dollars)
Mm, mm, mm
I still think about the bro, it hurt my heart still (heart still)
Mm, mm, mm
I made a promise (promise)
I promise (I)
I'ma hold it down for my niggas (down for my-, down for my-)
Bust a hundred rounds for my niggas
Runnin' through the town with my niggas
Mm, mm, mm
I'ma hold it down for my niggas (down for my-, down for my-)
Bust a hundred rounds for my niggas
Runnin' through the town with my niggas
Thinking that I got the recipe, they keep on comin' to check for me
They better come with a check for me
I got some killers, they nеxt to me (grah, grah)
Icy chains, my neck'll freeze
Shе try to come get the best of me
Have a seat, think I'm next to speak
Lil' nigga, know it cost to beef
They know I been waitin' too long for this
My dawg been gone too long for this (damn)
I give up all this
I used to Google, "How to get rich" (damn)
I got it, it don't even mean shit
Just wanna see all of my dawgs good health
Coppin' bottles off the top of the shelf (let's go)
Reminiscin' 'bout the niggas we left (mm)
Damn, that shit home, I really walk in this bitch by myself
Never could call a nigga, they try to rob a nigga
I had a bitch so bad, got in her feelings, I had to play to the left
More focused than ever
I got some goals and plans I gotta keep to myself
I hope it get better
I used to Google, "How to make million dollars" (dollars)
Mm, mm, mm
I still think about the bro, it hurt my heart still (heart still)
Mm, mm, mm
I made a promise (promise)
I promise
I'ma hold it down for my niggas (down for my-, down for my-)
Bust a hundred rounds for my niggas
Runnin' through the town with my niggas
Mm, mm, mm (runnin' through the town, runnin' through the town)
I'ma hold it down for my niggas (Mook, cool me down)
Bust a hundred rounds for my niggas (I got a couple switches)
Runnin' through the town with my niggas
Runnin' through the town with my-
I wish you would, we lay you down
Glock .45, that's a quarter pound
We let off five, we shoot you down
P3K got millions
Nigga, fuck your feelings
Tryna take mine, we kill him
Made them racks drug dealin' (gang, gang)
Nigga, drop top, we coupin' (skrrt-skrrt)
Put them bands on your head, we shoot it
I fucked your bitch, I can prove it
All my boys ran through it (gang)
She got a tat' on the back say, "TBG"
She fuck with Mook or P3K (she gang)
She keep sayin', "More migo"
We smashed her in the Regal (Regal)
I know she gon' tell 'em people
How I move that fentanyl or that cocaine, be illegal
Bitch, you ain't no Barbie (no, no)
I love sloppy-toppy (yeah)
All you can do is mop me, then clean it in the lobby (clean up)
I copped that new Ferrari (skrt-skrt)
Pulled up to the party (yo, P)
Middle finger up them dusty hoes
Skrt off fast, that's how we roll (vroom)
Knock down bitches like dominos (skrt)
Goyard bag for all my bros (racks)
I rep my team 'til the day I die
I would never, never, never love no hoes
Gang (gang)
Gang (gang)
Put a bag on your bag, big crypto
I bought my team new pistols
We slimed him at the disco (turn up)
Get two hundred ki's of fentanyl
Hit the booty club and watch me ball
I'm P3K, I throw it all
I love to ball, I throw it all (ball, ball, ball, ball)
My plug got a load on cocaine (woo)
Meet him down at the dock, get the whole thing (whole thing)
My hood been dry for so long (yes)
T need a brick, G need a brick
25 ki's, they back on (back on)
My niggas get they bands on
Fuck around, come short, get slimed on (slimed on)
We swerve in them Cullinan's (skrt-skrt)
We got more bands than them (bands)
Knock got the drop on them
We runnin' down on them (run down, run down)
I gave a few million, I'm feedin' my children
I'm chasin' the billion, no matter if killin' (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Credits
Writer(s): Sirod Mcdaniels, P3k On 1thou, Tim Ramisch
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