Lyrics:
fantastic hoes cause I got a deally
Cause now I'm I'm worth a million
Forget a rubber band cause you cant put a rubber band around a billion
I be wildin'
Every song is like a big heist
We don't be with all that talking
Motherfucker, we the ones who
Really win fights
You need a button for the dislike
I got
wrist
The kid bout to be bigger than hippopotamus hips
Cuz I've been blinded by the grinding I was so out of it
Now I gotta reframe before I acknowledge
And the only reason I can't rub pennies together
Is cause I carry big bills, in genuine leather
[Chorus:]
Shakin' hands with some fans by the thousands
down my family (yeah)
Can't forget about my team (no)
Yeah, real ones by my side
It's a cold world that's hard to find (uh)
Gotta have ones who
young kid
I was a big piece of shit
But I'm hoping that the days in the hospice
Atoned for some of it
And if the whole thing was fair
It would be
much they meant to me
All my remaining love goes to jr next funeral I'll be at will be own
By then I'll be physically gone so I won't even give a fuck
provoke it, I spit it, never choke it
Goddamn, this ain't, no 8 Mile, B-Rabbit
The second I spit it, I gotta have it
I gotta do it never dab it like my
Fire, fire
It's bright as hell tonight!
Grim, but I've separated life from my body
Too slow; all of my million years down here
I volunteer!
It's
like my shit undercova
Cause I'mma Hustla, gettin mine by any means
Don't be supprised, I ain't quiet bout where the green
I like, I need, so that's how
Now's the time your visions and your shreds
Turned out to be the cheap imported threads
The flag reeled out in a cotton kite
Flying miles above
of my heart
And I hope it will be taken by you
You can bring whatever you want to bring baby
Each and everyone of your friends
And if you want a dog
proud to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the Klan
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's
her father drew a ton
But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in '72
The end he would subsequently pass
I know he had
if i tell the world I might
Just well be dead and gone
I never trusted telling anyone this but
Tonight I just might
I just might tell it to the mic yea
a party,
Out of town about half a mile.
Four wheel drives and big mud tires.
Muscadine wine
Oh baby, you can find me.
In the back of a jacked up tailgate.
can continue to hold on
For the (?)
Can't be scared to hold on
For all the faces we put smiles on
And all the places we've gone
Travelled miles too
these rappers so lame,
Swear that they big with no names,
I got the juice like oj and this white boy got flower by the bouquet,
Ooh,
Kill em i,
Roll out
question, no question
Eh yo
Get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef
I sit fly, in the S-5 with the snuk check
You know the status
Big carats, up in
as
And flings that don't last
They call me a sophisticated thug
Like Rass Kass
Hey ma
Looking like a million
Judging by the way you roam
Is you half Italian?
Now
one million ways, you could get jacked
Well I'm a street jack artist, I can respect that
That's like me and you hitting a lick, you shoot me in my
your lover
那就拼命
赚钱
学着当个坏人
Then make big money and learn to be a gangster
学人做大哥
学人炒股
Learn
to be a boss, learn to trade stocks
不会做
饭我就请个保姆
If I can’t
"He's won a million dollars"
Ayy, never complain when they trace my tracks (yeah)
Safe to say, I put gang on back (jeez)
I made a way, my own
Then everything I write around got a cotton seat
Fuck y'all dry, saw off and done rapidly
Partner, now let's be honest, ain't got no good intentions
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