Millions
What you worth, nigga?
It's bigger than that
9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas, if it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door
'Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
Word, stepped in this bitch like I'm supposed to
Outfit match whips like I meant to do it (right)
Heard your shit, just drive my nigga
Earring so big can't listen to it (huh?)
And I'm straight from the gut, double my cup
So I'ma act all poet I mix this fluid (oh)
A real nigga really don't rock with y'all
It take a real down nigga like us to do it
See I done kept it G from the flow-up (what?)
Stayed on the bread like cold cuts (what?)
Money never ditched paid attention like donuts
So I'm in the fast lane, I don't know what's the hold up nigga
Been with the business from the goal young nigga
Now I'm in the 'Ghini with the doors up nigga
I like talk about cash, I don't talk too fast
Y'all just listen too slow young nigga, like huh?
9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas, if it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door
'Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more, we are
Word, I don't want to leave the wrong impression (huh?)
Set work out now I'm flexing (work)
I get the kind of paper that'll stand out
So now me and broke niggas ain't meshin', word
Hundreds on hundreds for the love of the money nigga
Try to play me, I bought mine, I'm gunnin'
Ate my plate had seconds and shit
And the crazy thing is that the boys still hungry (huh?)
I stayed on the grind and the green came (ooh)
SOX nigga we the green gang (ooh)
Straight from the outer it's a team thing
So I told her I don't wanna hear that the team came, hey
I ain't got the time for it, bop, and her feelings
Got it on the floor, now we throw it at the ceiling (right)
Y'all don't take floor, act like y'all ain't even know
Got my dough on dough and I'm bout to go a million, word
9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas, if it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door
'Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more, we are
Y'all ain't getting this kind of money got a Brinks truck
Reach for what's mine get your fingers cut (huh?)
Champagne cold and the Rolex gold
Got the wrist of a God, nigga link me up
Getting head out a bitch, tell her pick me up (huh?)
First class in the clouds, Scotty beam me up (ooh)
Hollerin' I'll be the pimp, got drank in my cup
And I'm sipping on lean with my pinkies up, it's cray
9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas, if it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door
'Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more, we are
It's bigger than that
9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas, if it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door
'Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
Word, stepped in this bitch like I'm supposed to
Outfit match whips like I meant to do it (right)
Heard your shit, just drive my nigga
Earring so big can't listen to it (huh?)
And I'm straight from the gut, double my cup
So I'ma act all poet I mix this fluid (oh)
A real nigga really don't rock with y'all
It take a real down nigga like us to do it
See I done kept it G from the flow-up (what?)
Stayed on the bread like cold cuts (what?)
Money never ditched paid attention like donuts
So I'm in the fast lane, I don't know what's the hold up nigga
Been with the business from the goal young nigga
Now I'm in the 'Ghini with the doors up nigga
I like talk about cash, I don't talk too fast
Y'all just listen too slow young nigga, like huh?
9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas, if it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door
'Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more, we are
Word, I don't want to leave the wrong impression (huh?)
Set work out now I'm flexing (work)
I get the kind of paper that'll stand out
So now me and broke niggas ain't meshin', word
Hundreds on hundreds for the love of the money nigga
Try to play me, I bought mine, I'm gunnin'
Ate my plate had seconds and shit
And the crazy thing is that the boys still hungry (huh?)
I stayed on the grind and the green came (ooh)
SOX nigga we the green gang (ooh)
Straight from the outer it's a team thing
So I told her I don't wanna hear that the team came, hey
I ain't got the time for it, bop, and her feelings
Got it on the floor, now we throw it at the ceiling (right)
Y'all don't take floor, act like y'all ain't even know
Got my dough on dough and I'm bout to go a million, word
9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas, if it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door
'Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more, we are
Y'all ain't getting this kind of money got a Brinks truck
Reach for what's mine get your fingers cut (huh?)
Champagne cold and the Rolex gold
Got the wrist of a God, nigga link me up
Getting head out a bitch, tell her pick me up (huh?)
First class in the clouds, Scotty beam me up (ooh)
Hollerin' I'll be the pimp, got drank in my cup
And I'm sipping on lean with my pinkies up, it's cray
9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas, if it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door
'Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more
We are, we are, we are bout to go a million more, million more, million more, we are
Credits
Writer(s): Lonnie Kimble, Brandon L Presley
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